human
Aunt Sarah said they never used to feel afraid when their grandmother commenced to say the hymns, and she taught me the best one to say. Keep still, Jack, and I'll say it. A second violent crash of thunder drowned her words and Mary Lee threw herself prone upon her face, calling out:
gpt
Put some pillows over me so I can't see nor hear.
human
We can't; we're sitting on them, returned Nan.
gpt
You are perfectly safe, Mary Lee. Now listen and you won't mind the thunder.
human
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform, He plants His footsteps on the sea, And rides upon the storm.
gpt
It scares me for Him to ride upon the storm,
human
But you know if He is in the storm, He is right here to take care of us, said Nan, reassuringly. Jean was satisfied. Even Mary Lee raised her head when Nan had finished the hymn.
gpt
Now it is your turn, said Nan.
human
What will you say, Mary Lee?
gpt
I think I like 'Jesus, Lover of My Soul,' but I don't know it very well. Do you dare get down and bring me my hymnal, Nan? I wouldn't ask you only I could no more leave this spot than fly.
human
I don't mind, I'm sure, responded Nan readily.
gpt
I think the worst is over anyhow.