Oniebodie that wants me as thair maistèr maun follae me; an whar A'm at, ye'll fin ma sarvint thonner forbye. Ma Faither wull gie honour tae hïm that sarves me.
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.
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.