“Aʼ things are gien to me oʼ my Faither. And nane weel‐kens the Son but the Faither allenarlie, and nane weel‐kens the Faither but only the Son, and he the Son wull schaw him till.
Whiles he was speakin, lo! a clud oʼ brichtness cam ower them; and a voice cam oot oʼ the clud, sayin, “This is my Son! the Beloved, wham I delicht in! Hear ye till him!”
And the Holie Spirit cam doon in bodily form like a doo upon him; and a voice cam oot oʼ the heevens, “Thou art my Son, the Beloved Ane; in Thee I delicht!”