2 In ma Faither's hoose thair's monie dwallin-places. If that wusnae richt, A wudnae hae toul ye that A'm gaun tae mak a place readie fer ye, wud A noo?
Ma dear childèr, A wull be wi yis jist a wee while lang'r. Ye'll be lukkin fer me, an jist laik A toul tha Jews, sae A'm tellin yous noo: ‘Whar A'm fer gaun, yis cannae cum.’
Ye heerd me tellin ye, ‘A'm leain ye an A'm cumin bak til yis’. If ye loved me, ye wud be gled that A'm fer gaun tae tha Faither, fer tha Faither ïs mair bïgger ner me.
A hae telt ye thïs, sae as whaniver tha time cums an the' happen, ye'll mine that A gien ye warnin. A dïdnae tell ye at tha stairt, fer A wus still wi ye.
Faither, A'm lukkin fer thaim that ye gien me tae be wi me whar A am tae be, an tae see ma glorie, tha glorie ye hae gien me acause ye loved me afore tha warl wus stairtit.