H. SUSO

"Out of the Depths"

2 Cor. iv. 17

Lord, there to weep is better than the joy

Of all the sons of men;

For there I know the love without alloy,

I cannot lose again.

"O child, My heart's beloved, sweet to me,

As psaltery and as psalm,

The voice of him who on the midnight sea

Can praise through storm and calm.

"And who is he who seeks the haven fair,

The everlasting Home?

The lonely and the outcast enter there—

The glad heart will not come.