How beauteous were the marks divine,
主，你溫柔所留印記，
That in Thy meekness used to shine,
照耀神聖，何其美麗！
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
在你所行孤單路中，
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
你腳留下愛的行蹤。

O who like Thee, so mild, so bright,
你這人子，光中之光，
Thou Son of man, Thou Light of light?
有誰像你柔細、明亮？
O who like Thee did ever go
有誰像你如此忍耐，
So patient, through a world of woe?
經過這一憂患塵埃？

O who like Thee so humbly bore
被人辱罵向不還口，
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
遭受苦害從無怨尤；
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
何其溫柔、何其謙卑，
So glorious in humility?
謙和之中又何高貴！

And death, that sets the prisoner free,
為使罪囚得著自由，
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
囚犯之死甘願忍受；
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
藉此你愛顯明無留，
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.
憐憫隨著你血湧流。

O wondrous Lord, my soul would be
奇妙的主，我心渴望：
Still more and more conformed to Thee,
更多模成你的形像，
And learn of Thee, the lowly One,
像你謙卑，學你式微，
And like Thee, all my journey run.
你的腳蹤終生跟隨。