human
Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way That mark out the mountain's track?
gpt
They were shed for one who had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.
human
Lord, whence are thy hands so rent and torn?
gpt
They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.
human
Rejoice! I have found my sheep! And the angels echoed around the throne,
gpt
Rejoice! for the Lord brings back his own!
human
The Lost Silver-piece.