Rondel

I do not know thy final will,
It is too good for me to know:
Thou willest that I mercy show,
That I take heed and do no ill,
That I the needy warm and fill,
Nor stones at any sinner throw;
But I know not thy final will-
It is too good for me to know.
I know thy love unspeakable-
For love's sake able to send woe!
To find thine own thou lost didst go,
And wouldst for men thy blood yet spill!-
How should I know thy final will,
Godwise too good for me to know!