43 “Than sal the richtous glint forth like the sun, iʼ their Faitherʼs Kingdom. Wha has hearin to hear, lat him hear!
“He wha has hearin to hear, sae lat him hear!
“Then wull the King say to them on his richt haun, ‘Come ye, aʼ blessed oʼ my Faither! Inherit the Kingdom made ready for ye frae the up‐biggin oʼ the warld!
“ ‘Strippit was I, and ye cled me; I was ill, and ye socht me oot; I was in thrall, and ye cam till me!’
“But I say till ye, I drink nae mair forrit oʼ this frute oʼ the vine, till yon day whan I drink it new wiʼ you iʼ my Faitherʼs Kingdom!”
“Gin ony man has hearin to hear, lat him hear!”
“Be‐na fearʼt, ye wee hirsel, mickle lovʼd! for weel‐pleased was yere Faither to gift ye the Kingdom.
“And I gie to you, eʼen as my Faither gies to me, a Kingdom.
Sae than, brethren beloved, be aye abidin, no to be moved; unco aboundin iʼ the Lordʼs wark aye; kennin yere toil isna in vain in the Lord.
Hearken, my beloved brethren! Hasna God taen the puir oʼ the warld to be rich in faith, and to hae the kingdom he has promised to thae that loʼe him?