human
O happy day, that fixed my choice On thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its rapture all abroad.
gpt
Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown.
human
I have heard, Miss LeMonde, that you have composed the music to a new paraphrase of the Ninety-First Psalm. I am sure we should all be delighted to hear you sing your music to the words. Will you kindly favor us by so doing?
gpt
I am not an adept at composing music, but the words of this poem impressed me, and I joined them to an air which came to me almost spontaneously. I shall take pleasure in singing this melody, if you will be charitable in criticism.