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Matthew 10:22 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

22 “And ye sal be hatit oʼ aʼ folk for the sake oʼ my name; but he wha tholes to the end, that same sal be deliverʼt.

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Matthew 10:22
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“He wha wins his life sal tine it; and wha tines his life for my sake, he sal win it!


“But wha tholes to the hinner end sal be saved.


“Than sal they gie ye up to dool, and sal slay you; and ye sal be hatit oʼ aʼ folk for the sake oʼ me.


“Happy sal ye be when folk sal miscaʼ ye, and ill‐treat ye, and say aʼ things again ye wrangouslie for my sake!


“And ye sal be hatit oʼ aʼ men for my sake; but wha tholes to the end, that same sal be saved.


“And yeʼse be hatit by aʼ men, for my nameʼs sake:


“But patiently thole, and mainteen yere sauls.


“Happy are ye, whan men sal hate ye, and whan they sal separate ye, and miscaʼ ye, and cast oot yere name as vileness, for the Son oʼ Manʼs sake.


“But that iʼ the gude grun are they wha, in an honest and leal heart, hear the word and grip it fast; and, tholin aʼ, bring their frute to perfeteness.


“Thy word hae I gien them; and the warld has ill‐wulled them, for that they arena oʼ the worldʼs ain: eʼen as I am‐na oʼ the warldʼs ain.


“The warld canna hate you: but it hates me, for I gie testimonie again it that its warks are ill.


“For I wull schaw to him what unco things he maun dree for the sake oʼ my name.”


To thae, on the ae‐haun, wha by patient continuin in gude warks, seek for glorie, honor, and immortality — life eternal:


For evermair, we, the leevin, are deliverʼt up tae death, for Jesusʼ sake, that Jesusʼ life micht be schawn in oor mortal flesh.


But in doin what is weel, lat us no be cuisten‐doon; for in due time we sal reap, gin we gie‐na‐up.


For gin we haud siccar tae the hinner end the beginnin oʼ oor faith, we hae come to be pairtners wiʼ Christ.


But we hae mickle desire that ilk ane oʼ ye schaw forth the same perseverin, to the fuʼ confidence oʼ hope, eʼen tae the end.


Happy he wha tholes trial! for, sae being appruvʼt, he sal hae a croon oʼ Life, promised oʼ the Lord to thae that loʼe him!


Brethren, ferlie‐na gin the warld hate ye.


“Be‐na‐fleyʼt as to whatna things ye are to dree. And look! the Enemy is aboot to cast some oʼ ye intil thrall, that ye may be testit; and yeʼse hae dool ten days. Be ye leal to death, and I wull gie ye the croon oʼ Life!


“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.


“And he that prevails, and he that hauds on by my warks to the end, I wull gie him pooer ower the nations;


“And has striven, and for my name did thole, and hasna gien ower.


“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.


“He that prevails, I wull gie to him to tak his seat wiʼ me iʼ my thron; as I eʼen prevailʼt, and took my seat wiʼ my Faither in his thron.


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