A tell ye tha truith, afore heiven an irth passes awa, no tha weeest lettèr, ner even tha weeest stroke o a pen, wull pass awa frae tha Laa afore iveriethin God wants fer ït ïs brocht aboot.
Bide ïn me an A wull bide ïn you. Nae brench can gie fruit ïts lane; ït maun be growein oot o tha vine or ït cannae leeve. An nether can yous gie fruit less ye bide ïn me.
An oniebodie that pits thair belief ïn tha Sinn haes ayelastin life, but oniebodie that turns thair bak on tha Sinn winnae see life, but tha wrath o God hings ower hïm.
A be tha leevin breid that cums doon frae heiven. If oniebodie aits thïs breid, he wull leeve fer aye. Thïs breid ïs ma flesh, that A wull gie fer tha life o tha warl.”