“And he wull send oot his Angels wiʼ an unco blast oʼ a trumpet, and they sal gaither thegither his chosen frae the fowr wunds, frae ae far‐awa end oʼ Heeven to the ither.
“Whase fanner is in his neive, and heʼse scour‐oot his threshin‐flair, and gaither his wheat intil his girnal; but the cauff wull he burn in nevir‐endin lowe!”
“And than sal he send oot his Angels, and sal gaither thegither his chosen anes frae the fowr winds, frae the ootermaist pairt oʼ the yirth to the ootermaist oʼ heeven.
And in naegate sal enter intilʼt ocht that defiles, nor ane that dis abomination, or is a leear; but thae wha are putten‐doon iʼ the Lambʼs Buik‐oʼ‐Life.