“And ither some fell intil the gude grunʼ; and brairdin, brocht forth frute, a hunner‐fauld.” Thir things sayin, he cryʼt alood, “He wha has lugs to hear, let him hear!”
“Wha has hearin, lat him hear, what the Spirit is sayin to the Kirks! To him that prevails, wull I gie oʼ the secret man; and wull gie him a white stane, and on the stane a new name inscrivʼt, that nae ane kens savin he that gets it.
“Wha has hearin, lat him hear what the Spirit is sayin to the Kirks! To him wha prevails, I wull gie to him to eat oʼ the tree oʼ Life, whilk is in the Paradise oʼ God.