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Luke 2:9 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

9 And see! an Angel oʼ the Lord cam till them, and the glorie oʼ the Lord glintit roond aboot them; and they war sair gliffʼd.

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Luke 2:9
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But as he had thir things in his mind, see! an Angel oʼ the Lord appearit till him by a dream, sayin, “Joseph, son oʼ Dauvid, binna feared to tak till ye yere wife, Mary; for that whilk is begotten in her is by the Holie Spirit.


And the Angel, comin in till her, says, “Joy be to ye, favored ane! The Lord is wʼye; blest be ye amang weemen!”


And thar war in the same kintra side herds bidin iʼ the fields, and keepin gaird ower their flocks by nicht.


And it was, as they war unco putten aboot at it, lo! twa men stood nar‐by them, cleedit in glintin robes!


Thir things quoʼ Esaiah whan he saw his glorie, and spak oʼ him.


And see! an Angel oʼ the Lord stude by him, and a licht glintit iʼ the dungeon; and giean Peter a dunt on the side, he raised him up, sayin, “Rise up! Haste!” and the chains slypit aff frae his hauns.


“For ane stude by me this nicht, an Angel oʼ God, whase I am, and to wham I pay service,


But the Angel oʼ the Lord, by nicht, cam and unsteekit the doors oʼ the toʼbooth, and feshʼt them oot, and said,


But we aʼ, wiʼ unveilʼt face, receivin and reflectin the glorie oʼ the Lord, are cheenged intil the self‐same image frae glorie on to glorie, as frae the Lord the Spirit.


For God, wha said, “Oot oʼ the mirk lat licht shine!” has lichtit‐up oor hearts, to gie the licht oʼ the knowledge oʼ God iʼ the face oʼ Christ.


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!


And sae awesome was that whilk was seen, that Moses said, “I am unco fleyʼd; and trimle!”


And eftir thir things I saw anither Angel comin doon oot oʼ Heeven, haein great pooer; and the yirth was lichtit up wiʼ his glorie.


And I saw a Great White Thron, and him that sat on it; frae whase face the heeven and yirth fled awa, and place wasna fund for them.


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