聖詩：你若不壓橄欖成渣 (Olives That Have Known No Pressure)
作者：倪柝聲 (Watchman Nee, 1903-1972)
中文版
https://youtu.be/xr2i38uRCJM?si=45WB_zVebC7Arw94
英文版
https://youtu.be/vKNCZuKK_HM?si=cFdSUZ4-usV6ALF2
演奏版
https://youtu.be/v8gdn-IeJWg?si=ZBlfqM85gBh22AJn
歌譜 (Sheet Music of Hymn)
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/xu7af55i1gekiue/AAC9GCDFEiOCXxxHQSo5cZn8a?dl=0
1. 祢若不壓橄欖成渣，
它就不能成油；
祢若不投葡萄入醡，
它就不能變成酒；
祢若不煉哪噠成膏，
它就不流芬芳；
主，我這人是否也要
受祢許可的創傷？
副歌：
每次的打擊，
都是真利益，
如果祢收去的東西，
祢以自己來代替。
2. 祢是否要鼓我心弦，
發出祢的音樂？
是否要使音樂甘甜，
須有祢愛來苦虐？
是否當我下倒之時，
才能識“愛”的心？
我是不怕任何損失，
若祢讓我來相親。
3. 主，我慚愧，因我感覺
總是保留自己；
雖我也曾受祢雕削，
我卻感覺受強逼。
主，祢能否照祢喜樂，
沒有顧忌去行，
不顧我的感覺如何，
只是要求祢歡欣？
4. 如果祢我所有苦樂，
不能完全相同，
要祢喜樂，須我負軛，
我就願意多苦痛。
主，我全心求祢喜悅，
不惜任何代價；
祢若喜悅，並得榮耀，
我背任何十字架。
5. 我要讚美，再要讚美，
讚美何等甘甜；
雖我邊讚美邊流淚，
甘甜比前更加添。
能有什麼比祢更好？
比祢喜悅可寶？
主，我只有一個禱告：
祢能加增，我減少。
Hymn: Olives That Have Known No Pressure
Author: Watchman Nee (1903-1972)
1. Olives that have known no pressure
Never can oil bestow;
If the grapes escape the winepress,
Cheering wine can never flow;
Spikenard only through the crushing,
Its fragrance can diffuse.
Shall I then, shrink from the suff’ring
That Thy love would so induce?
Refrein:
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
2. Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching,
Music divine to prove?
Must the sweetest music come from
The harsh treatment of Thy love?
Lord, I fear no deprivation
If I be drawn to Thee;
I would yield in full surrender
All Thy heart of love to see.
3. I’m ashamed, my Lord, for seeking
Myself to guard alway;
Though Thy love had done its stripping,
Yet I felt compelled Thy way.
Lord, according to Thy pleasure
Complete Thy work in me;
Heeding not my human feelings,
Only do what pleases Thee.
4. If Thy mind and mine should differ,
Pursue, O Lord, Thy way;
If Thy pleasure means my sorrow,
Still my heart shall answer, “Yea!”
’Tis my deep desire to please Thee,
Though I might suffer loss;
E’en though Thy delight and glory
Mean that I endure the cross.
5. Oh, I’ll praise Thee, e’en if weeping
Be mingled with my song.
Thine increasing sweetness calls forth
Grateful praises all day long.
Thou hast made Thyself more precious
Than everything to me:
Thou increase and I decrease, Lord-
This is now my only plea.
