Olives that have known no pressure
你若不壓橄欖成渣，
No oil can bestow;
它就不能成油；
If the grapes escape the winepress,
你若不投葡萄入醡，
Cheering wine can never flow;
它就不能變成酒；
Spikenard only through the crushing,
你若不煉哪噠成膏，
Fragrance can diffuse.
它就不流芬芳；
Shall I then, Lord, shrink from suff’ring
主，我這人是否也要
Which Thy love for me would choose?
受你許可的創傷？

Each blow I suffer
每次的打擊，
Is true gain to me.
都是真利益，
In the place of what Thou takest
如果你收去的東西，
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
你以自己來代替。

Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching,
你是否要鼓我心弦，
Songs divine to prove?
發出你的音樂？
Do I need for sweetest music
是否要使音樂甘甜，
Cruel treatment of Thy love?
須有你愛來苦虐？
Lord, I fear no deprivation
是否當我下倒之時，
If it draws to Thee;
纔能識“愛”的心？
I would yield in full surrender
我是不怕任何損失，
All Thy heart of love to see.
若你讓我來相親。

I’m ashamed, my Lord, for seeking.
主，我慚愧，因我感覺，
Self to guard alway;
總是保留自己，
Though Thy love has done its stripping,
雖我也曾受你雕削，
Yet I’ve been compelled this way.
我卻感覺受強逼！
Lord, according to Thy pleasure
主，你能否照你喜樂，
Fully work on me;
沒有顧忌去行，
Heeding not my human feelings,
不顧我的感覺如何，
Only do what pleases Thee.
只是要求你歡欣？

If Thy mind and mine should differ,
如果你我所有苦、樂，
Still pursue Thy way;
不能完全相同，
If Thy pleasure means my sorrow,
要你喜樂，須我負軛，
Still my heart shall answer. Yea!
我就願意多苦痛；
’Tis my deep desire to please Thee,
主，我全心要你所要，
Though I suffer loss;
不惜任何代價；
E’en though Thy delight and glory
你若喜悅，並得榮耀，
Mean that I endure the cross.
我背任何十字架。

Oh, I’ll praise Thee, e’en if weeping
我要讚美，再要讚美，
Mingle with my song.
讚美何等甘甜；
Thine increasing sweetness calls forth
雖我邊讚美邊流淚，
Grateful praises all day long.
甘甜比前更加添；
Thou hast made Thyself more precious
能有甚麼比你更好？
Than all else to me:
比你喜悅可寶？
Thou increase and I decrease, Lord—
主，我只有一個禱告：
This is now my only plea.
你能加增，我減少。