And he gaed on a wee bit yont, and fell on his face, and prayed, sayin, “O my Faither! gin it be possible, lat this cup pass by me! yet, no as I wull, but as Thou wult!”
“But ye, whan ye wad pray, gang intil yere bower; and, steekin yere door, pray till yere Faither wha is iʼ the hidlin place; and yere Faither, wha sees iʼ the hidlin place, sal his ain sel reward ye!
Wha, iʼ the days oʼ his flesh, eftir offerin up prayers and entreaties to him wha was strang to save him frae death, wiʼ sair ootcries and tears; and had been heard for his godly fear.