And comin intil the hoose, they saw the wee bairn, and his mither Mary; and loutin doon, worshippʼt him. And openinʼ oot their gear, they offerʼt till him gifts — gowd, and frankincense, and myrrh.
“Sae whan gloamin was come, the laird oʼ the vine‐yaird says to his grieve, ‘Caʼ the workers; and gie them their fee; beginnin frae the hinmaist doon to the first.’
Noo thar war iʼ the assembly at Antioch, baith prophets and teachers; sic like as Barnabas, and Simon (him caʼd Niger), Lucius oʼ Cyrene, and Manaen, wha was foster‐brither to Herod, the king‐depute, and Saul.
For ye understaun the love oʼ oor Lord Jesus Christ, in that he made his sel puir for yere sakes (thoʼ he was rich!) that ye, throwe his poortith, micht be made rich.
Weel‐attestit for her gude warks: gif she has brocht up bairns, gif she schawed hospitality, gif she weshʼt the sauntʼs feet, gif she helpit tae in distress, gif she gaed eftir aʼ gude warks.