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.
Monies a yin'll say tae me on tha Day o Reckonin, ‘Loard, Loard, dïd we no proaphesy ïn yer name, an ïn yer name dïd we no drive oot ïll spïrits an dae a hale lock o mïracles?’
An ïf tha fowk ïn onie place wull no mak yis walcum or gie yis a hearin, dicht tha stour aff yer feet as yis ir leain, as a wutness an warnin tae thaim.”
Fer ït's ma Faither's wull that oniebodie that luks tae tha Sinn an pits hïs trust ïn hïm wull hae ayelastin life, an A wull rise hïm up on tha Last Day.”