“Weel faʼ thae servants wham the Maister, whan he comes hame, sal finʼ watchin! Truly say I tʼye, he wull gird his sel, and gar them set‐to, and comin nigh, sal serʼ them.
“Seek‐na for perishin meat, but for that meat that bides until Eternal Life, whilk the Son oʼ Man sal gie ye: for him has the Faither, eʼen God, sealed.”
And he said to me, “Write ye, Happy thae wha are bidden to the mairriage‐supper oʼ the Lamb!” And he says to me, “Thir words are the aefauld words oʼ God.”