An he wus still taakin, whaniver a bricht clood cum roon thaim, an a voice frae tha clood saed, “Thïs ïs ma Sinn that A love; wi hïm A'm weel plaised. Lïsten tae hïm!”
Tha angel toul hir, “Tha Halie Spïrit an tha pooer o God wull cum doon on ye. An sae tha wean boarn tae ye wull be halie, an wull be caad tha Sinn o God.
Tha Wurd cum tae be flesh an bluid an leeved amang iz. We hae saa hïs glorie, tha glorie o tha Yin an Ainlie that cum frae tha Faither, fu o grace an truith.
Fer God loved tha warl that much, that he gien hïs yin an ainlie Sinn, sae that whaiver pits thair trust ïn hïm wull no be loast, but wull leeve fer ivermair.