Let it suffice thee, speak no more

Let it suffice thee, speak no more
Of this, it may not be,
Thou canst not see what lies before,
Submit, and follow Me.

That path which opens out so fair,
Bright with its golden hours,
Mine eye can see the serpent's lair
Beneath its fairest flowers.

That cup which mantles high with joy
And tempts thy longing soul,
Its honied sweets would soon destroy,
There's poison in the bowl.

Ask not for health, or wealth, or ease,
Exemption from distress,
Freedom from sorrow, or disease,
Which I have sent to bless.

Ask only for a holy heart,
And a submissive will
To bear thy cross, to do thy part,
To trust Me, and be still.

One gleam the more, one cloud the less
Might not thy blessing be,
Ask only for My Righteousness,
Leave all the rest to Me.

So shall thy cup with joy overflow,
Thy pathway pleasant prove,
And Thou from sweet experience know
That all My ways are love.