I canna help thinkin' we may stan' up for ither fowk.

An' I'm no sayin' 'at we arena to defen' oorsels frae a set attack wi' design .-- But there's something o' mair importance yet nor kennin' the richt o' ony queston." "What can that be?
What can be o' mair importance nor doin' richt i' the sicht o' God ?" said Donal.
"Bein' richt wi' the varra thoucht o' God, sae 'at we canna mistak, but maun ken jist what he wad hae dune.

That's the big Richt, the mother o' a' the lave o' the richts.

That's to be as the maister was.
Onygait, whatever we du, it maun be sic as to be dune, an' it maun be dune i' the name o' God; whan we du naething we maun du that naething i' the name o' God.

A body may weel say, 'O Lord, thoo hasna latten me see what I oucht to du, sae I'll du naething!' Gien a man ought to defen' himsel', but disna du 't, 'cause he thinks God wadna hae him du 't, wull God lea' him oondefent for that?
Or gien a body stan's up i' the name o' God, an' fronts an airmy o' enemies, div ye think God 'ill forsake him 'cause he 's made a mistak?
Whatever's dune wantin' faith maun be sin--it canna help it; whatever's dune in faith canna be sin, though it may be a mistak.