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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
