“That ye aʼ may be bairns oʼ yere Faither in Heeven; for he gars his sun to glint alike on the ill and on the gude; and sends oot his rain baith on the just and the unjust.
“But loʼe yeʼre enemies, and do them gude, and lend, lookin for naething back; and yere meed sal be great, and ye sal be bairns oʼ the Maist Heigh; for he is kindlie to the ungratefuʼ and the reprobate.
“And on the morn he schawed his sel to them as they tulzied thegither, and wad hae putten them at ane again, sayin, ‘Men! ye are brithers; why dae ye do wrang, ane to anither?’
But noo iʼ the end, brethren, rejoicin, restore yersels to order; be consoled; be oʼ the ae mind; leeve thegither in peace; and the God oʼ love and peace sal be wiʼ ye!
Tholin ane‐anither, in tenderness forgiean ane‐anither, gin aiblins ony ane has a compleent again ony; eʼen as the Lord oot oʼ love forgae you, sae do ye.