“And he sawn amang the thorns, this is he wha hears the word, and than the cark oʼ the warlʼ, and the glamor oʼ riches, smoor the word, and it bears nae frute.
“And he sent oot mair servants; and quoʼ he, ‘Tell them that are bidden, See! I hae gotten ready my denner; my owsen and my fed things are killed, and aʼ is ready. Come tae the Bridal‐feast.’
Noo, as he was reasonin oʼ justness, and self‐guidin, and a Judgment to come, Felix was terrifyʼt, and quoʼ he, “Gae yere ways enoo; but whan I fin a fit time, I wull send for ye.”
Hoo sal we ʼscape, gif we gie the gang‐by to sae great a salvation; whilk in truth, begude to be spoken throwe the Lord by they wha heard, and to us was made siccar:
And in their menseless greed, wiʼ twafauld words, wull they mak trokin‐ware oʼ ye: whase condemnation oʼ auld days isna gane‐by, and their destruction sleeps‐na.