human
My God, how nice it is! he thought.
gpt
People, rocks, the fire, the twilight, a monstrous tree--nothing more, and yet how fine it is!
human
Look down from Heaven, O God, behold and visit this vineyard which Thy Hand has planted, and the children with their angel voices would sing in response:
gpt
Holy God. . .
human
Deacon, where is that fish?