“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!
“Gin ye, than, bein sinfuʼ, ken hoo to be aye gien gude things till yere ain bairns, hoo muckle mair sal yere Faither wha is Aboon gie gude things to thae that ask oʼ him!
Jesus says to her, “Stay‐me‐na! for I am‐na yet gane up to the Faither; but gang ye to my brethren, and tell them, ‘I gang up to my Faither and yere Faither, and to my God and yere God!’ ”
For ye hadna putten in ye a spirit oʼ slavery, bringin ye back intil dreid; but ye had putten intil ye a spirit oʼ adoption, in whilk we cryʼt oot, “Abba! Faither!”
“Wordie art thou, O Lord, eʼen oor God, to receive aʼ glorie, and honor, and pooer; for thou did mak aʼ things; and oʼ thy wull they war, and war creatit!”
Sayin wiʼ a soondin voice, “Wordie is the Lamb that was slain, to receive pooer, and riches, and wisdom, and micht, and honor, and glorie, and blessin!”