human
Mine eyes are held, but if He stands Anear, I will not let Him hence retreat Except He bless me.
gpt
What wilt thou, woman? in the dream He spoke,
human
Thy sorrow moveth Me, thyself I love; Long have I counted up thy mournful years, Once I did weep to wipe away thy tears.
gpt
My one Redeemer, only blest, I know Thy voice, and from my yearning heart Draw out my deep desire, my great request, My prayer, that I might enter where Thou art. Call me, O call from this world troublesome, And let me see Thy face. He answered,
human
Come.