And, ayont aʼ doot, great is the mysterie oʼ godliness! He was made kent iʼ the flesh, declarʼt richtous by the Spirit, seen oʼ Angels, was preached amang the nations, was lippened on iʼ the warld, was taen up in glorie!
Till wham it was made kent, that no to theirsels, but to you they war bringin them; whilk things e‐noo are reportit to ye throwe thae wha deliverʼt the Blythe‐Message to ye, iʼ the Holie Spirit sent doon frae heeven; intil whilk things the Angels wad fain obteen a narer view.
And I saw, and I heard as a voice oʼ mony Angels, roond aboot the Thron, and oʼ the leevin‐anes, and oʼ the Elders; and their number was myriads of myriads, and thoosands oʼ thoosands.