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Matthew 18:10 - New Testament in Braid Scots 1904 (William Wye Smith)

10 “Tak tent that ye lichtlie‐na ane oʼ thir wee anes; for say I tʼye, that in Heeven their ain Angels aye look upon my Heevenlie Faitherʼs face!

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Matthew 18:10
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But as he had thir things in his mind, see! an Angel oʼ the Lord appearit till him by a dream, sayin, “Joseph, son oʼ Dauvid, binna feared to tak till ye yere wife, Mary; for that whilk is begotten in her is by the Holie Spirit.


“A dentit reed he braks‐na, and the ill‐luntit tow he staps‐na, till true judgment he sends on to victory.


“Eʼen sae, thar is nae desire afore yere Faither in Heeven that ane oʼ thir wee anes soud be lost.


“But whasae sal mak to faʼ ane aʼ thae wee things that lippen tae me, it had been better for him to hae a mill‐stane hung aboot his neck, and he sunk iʼ the deeps oʼ the sea.


Noo whan they had gane, tak tent! an Angel oʼ the Lord appearʼt to Joseph by a dream, and quoʼ he, “Rise, tak till ye the wee bairn, and his mither, and flee intil Egypt, and bide ye thar till I tell ye; for Herod seeks the wee bairn to destroy him.”


But Herod deein, look! an Angel oʼ the Lord by dream appears to Joseph in Egypt.


“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.


And answerin, quoʼ the Angel to him, “I am Gabriel, that staun afore God! and I hae been sent te speak to ye, and to fesh ye thir gude tidins.


“Wha is hearin you is hearin me; and wha is gangin you by, is gangin me by; and wha is gangin me by, is gangin‐by him that sent me oot.”


“Noo, it cam aboot that the beggar‐man deeʼt, and was carryʼt awa by the Angels, and laid in Abraʼmʼs bosom. And forby, the rich man, too, deeʼt and was buryʼt.


He saw in plain vision, about thrie oʼclock iʼ the day, an Angel oʼ God comin in to him, and sayin to him, “Cornelius!”


But she, on her side, threepit that it was even sae! But they said, “It is his wraith!”


And at ance the Angel oʼ the Lord dang him, for that he gied‐na God the glorie; and he was devoorʼt oʼ worms, and deeʼt.


“For ane stude by me this nicht, an Angel oʼ God, whase I am, and to wham I pay service,


But the Angel oʼ the Lord, by nicht, cam and unsteekit the doors oʼ the toʼbooth, and feshʼt them oot, and said,


But ye, why soud ye condemn yere brither? Or ye, why soud ye lichtlie yere brither? For we sal aʼ present oorsels at Godʼs Judgment‐seat.


It is a grand thing no to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor to do onything whaurin yere brither is gart to stumble, or is snared, or is made feckless.


We that are strang soud be cairrying the burdens oʼ thae that are‐na strang, and no be pleasin oorsels:


What? hae‐ye‐na hooses to eat and drink in? Or, div ye belittle Godʼs kirk, and shame thae that hae nocht? What am I to say tʼye? Am I to compliment ye? I compliment‐ye‐na!


Lat nae ane lichtlie him; but set him forrit in peace, sae as he may come to me; for I am lookin for him wiʼ the brethren.


I becam to the weak, as weak mysel, that I soud win the weak; to aʼ men hae I become aʼ things, that by aʼ thir means I micht save some!


Noo I Paul, mysel, entreat ye by the meekness and canniness oʼ Christ; wha ootwardly to the een am lowly amang ye, but as awa am bauld toward ye;


For “his letters,” says ane, “are vera true, wechty, and oʼ pooer; but his bodily presence is waff, and his discoorse oʼ nae account!”


Brethren, gin aiblins a man be betrayʼt intil a faut, ye wha are spiritual recover sic a ane iʼ the spirit oʼ canniness; lookin to yersel, least ye yersel be tempit.


He, than, that disna heed, disregairds no a man, but God; wha gies his Holie Spirit to ye.


Lat nae man lichtlie yere youth, but be ye a paittern oʼ them that believe, in word, in conducʼ in love, in lealness, in pureness.


Are‐na they aʼ waitin spirits, sent oot to wait on thae that sal inherit salvation?


For no intil Holies made‐wiʼ?-?hauns did Christ gang in — that war but figures oʼ the true Holies — but intil Heeven itsel, noo to come plainly afore the face oʼ God for us.


And I saw the seeven Angels wha staun iʼ the presence oʼ God; and thar war giean to them seeven buglehorns.


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