An then he'll say tae tha yins on hïs left han, ‘Awa wi ye, yous that ir curst, awa ïntae tha iverlastin fire that's readie an waitin fer tha Deil an hïs angels!
Whaiver taks ma commauns tae hairt an keeps thaim, thon's tha yins that love me. Thaim that love me wull be loved bi ma Faither, an forbye A wull love thaim an show masel tae thaim.”
That aa micht gie honour tae tha Sinn, jist as the' gie honour tae tha Faither. Hïm that daesnae honour tha Sinn, daesnae honour tha Faither that sent hïm.