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Ye maun show bi tha wye ye leeve that ye hae turnt awa frae yer sïns.

An a voice cum frae heiven sayin, “Thïs ïs ma Sinn, ma hairt's delicht; A'm weel plaised wi hïm.”

Tha mïnit Jesus wus baptised, he ris up oot o tha wattèr, an jist wi that tha heivens apent, an he saa tha Spïrit o God cumin doon laik a doo an lichtin on hïm.

A'm baptisin yis wi wattèr fer tae show yis hae repentit. But thair's yin cumin eftèr me that ïs michtier ner me. A'm no fït tae cairrie hïs buits. He wull baptise ye wi tha Halie Spïrit an wi fire.

God's hatchit ïs noo at tha ruit o tha trees, an thaim that dïnnae gie guid fruit wull be fellt, an pïtcht ïntae tha fire.

Jhone ïs tha yin tha proaphit Isaiah spauk aboot, tellin: “Thair's a voice cryin oot ïn tha wiles, ‘Mak tha wye readie fer tha Loard, mak hïs pads strecht fer hïm!’ ”