Then tha Kïng wull say tae tha yins on hïs richt han, ‘Cum, yous that ir blisst bi ma Faither; tak houl o yer inheritance, tha Kïngdom makkit readie fer ye frae tha time tha warl begun.
Jesus answert, “Dae ye no ken me Phïlip, tha mair A hae bin amang yis aa thïs time? Oniebodie lukkin at me haes saen tha Faither. Sae hoo can ye say, ‘Show iz tha Faither’?
Eftèr these wurds, Jesus lukt up abain tae heiven. “Faither”, he saed, “tha time ïs cum. Gie glorie tae yer Sinn, sae as yer Sinn can gie glorie bak tae yersel.
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.