| 1 | Olives that have actually known no pressure |
| | No oil have the right to bestow; |
| If the grapes escape the winepress, |
| | Cheering wine deserve to never flow; |
| Spikenard just through the crushing, |
| | Fragrance can diffuse. |
| Shall i then, Lord, shrink from suff’ring |
| | Which her love for me would certainly choose? |
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| | | Each blow ns suffer |
| | | Is true acquire to me. |
| | | In the location of what you takest |
| | | Thou dost give Thyself come me. |
| 2 | Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching, |
| | Songs divine to prove? |
| Do I need for sweet music |
| | Cruel therapy of her love? |
| Lord, I fear no deprivation |
| | If the draws come Thee; |
| I would yield in complete surrender |
| | All Thy love of love to see. |
| 3 | I’m ashamed, mine Lord, because that seeking |
| | Self to guard alway; |
| Though her love has actually done its stripping, |
| | Yet I’ve to be compelled this way. |
| Lord, follow to thy pleasure |
| | Fully work on me; |
| Heeding no my human feelings, |
| | Only do what pleases Thee. |
| 4 | If her mind and mine must differ, |
| | Still seek Thy way; |
| If thy pleasure means my sorrow, |
| | Still my love shall answer, “Yea!” |
| ’Tis my deep desire to you re welcome Thee, |
| | Though I suffer loss; |
| E’en despite Thy delight and glory |
| | Mean that i endure the cross. |
| 5 | Oh, I’ll prayer Thee, e’en if weeping |
| | Mingle v my song. |
| Thine raising sweetness call forth |
| | Grateful praises every day long. |
| Thou hast made Thyself an ext precious |
| | Than all else to me: |
| Thou increase and I decrease, Lord- |
| | This is currently my only plea.
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