Theirs is the outer night.
This, my God, Thou has done,
And all that Thou dost is right!
II.
Lost as I am—degraded, foul, polluted,
Sunk in deep sloughs of failure and of sin,
Yet is my hell by God's great grace commuted,
For what I lose the others yet may win.
I—sport of flesh and fate—in all my living