H. SUSO

"Out of the Depths"

2 Cor. iv. 17

"O Father! not my will, but Thine be done!"

Thus with my lips I say;

Yet lags the heart, the while the lips would run—

My heart, it sayeth "Nay."

"Be comforted, O child of My delight,

Though yet thy heart complain;

For I would have thee suffer when I smite,

Or pain would not be [g]ain.

"Were it a chastening if it were not grief?

Yet for a moment tears—

Then glows the spring where fell the yellow leaf,

Of Heaven's eternal years.