human
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.
gpt
Break, newborn year, on glad eyes break.
human
Can it be possible that this restless, energetic lad was ever a quiet, helpless little babe in the cradle!
gpt
He grew.
human
A simple-hearted child was he, And he was nothing more; In summer days, like you and me, He played about the door, Or gathered, where the father toiled, The shavings from the floor.
gpt
How can I grow?
human
And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom; and the grace of God was upon him.
gpt
Brightly gleams our banner.
human
Goody, goody, it's snowing!