1
Olives that have known no pressure
No oil can bestow;
If the grapes escape the winepress,
Cheering wine can never flow;
Spikenard only through the crushing,
Fragrance can diffuse.
Shall I then, Lord, shrink from suff’ring
Which Thy love for me would choose?
D
Olives that have known no
G
pressure
D
No oil can bes
A-A7
tow;
D
If the
D7
grapes escape the
G
winepress,
D
Cheering wine can
A7
never
D
flow;
Spikenard only through the
G
crushing,
D
Fragrance can dif
A-A7
fuse.
D
Shall I
D7
then, Lord, shrink from
G
suff'ring
D
Which Thy love for
A7
me would
D-D7
choose?
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
D
In the
D7
place of what Thou
G
takest
D
Thou dost give Thy
A7
self to
D
me.
2
Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching,
Songs divine to prove?
Do I need for sweetest music
Cruel treatment of Thy love?
Lord, I fear no deprivation
If it draws to Thee;
I would yield in full surrender
All Thy heart of love to see.
Do my heart-strings need Thy stretching,
Songs divine to prove?
Do I need for sweetest music
Cruel treatment of Thy love?
Lord, I fear no deprivation
If it draws to Thee;
I would yield in full surrender
All Thy heart of love to see.
D
Do my heart-strings need Thy
G
stretching,
D
Songs divine to
A-A7
prove?
D
Do I
D7
need for sweetest
G
music
D
Cruel treatment of
A7
Thy love?
Lord, I fear no
G
deprivation
D
If it draws to
A-A7
Thee;
D
I would
D7
yield in full
G
surrender
D
All Thy heart of
A7
love to
D-D7
see.
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
D
In the
D7
place of what Thou
G
takest
D
Thou dost give Thy
A7
self to
D
me.
3
I’m ashamed, my Lord, for seeking
Self to guard alway;
Though Thy love has done its stripping,
Yet I’ve been compelled this way.
Lord, according to Thy pleasure
Fully work on me;
Heeding not my human feelings,
Only do what pleases Thee.
I'm ashamed, my Lord, for seeking
Self to guard alway;
Though Thy love has done its stripping,
Yet I've been compelled this way.
Lord, according to Thy pleasure
Fully work on me;
Heeding not my human feelings,
Only do what pleases Thee.
D
I'm ashamed, my Lord, for
G
seeking
D
Self to guard
A-A7
alway;
D
Though Thy
D7
love has done its
G
stripping,
D
Yet I've been
A7
compelled this
D
way.
Lord, according to Thy
G
pleasure
D
Heeding
D7
not my human
G
feelings,
D
Only do what
A7
pleases Thee.
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
D
In the
D7
place of what Thou
G
takest
D
Thou dost give Thy
A7
self to
D
me.
4
If Thy mind and mine should differ,
Still pursue Thy way;
If Thy pleasure means my sorrow,
Still my heart shall answer, “Yea!”
’Tis my deep desire to please Thee,
Though I suffer loss;
E’en though Thy delight and glory
Mean that I endure the cross.
If Thy mind and mine should differ,
Still pursue Thy way;
If Thy pleasure means my sorrow,
Still my heart shall answer, "Yea!"
’Tis my deep desire to please Thee,
Though I suffer loss;
E'en though Thy delight and glory
Mean that I endure the cross.
D
If Thy mind and mine should
G
differ,
D
Still pursue Thy
A-A7
way;
D
If Thy
D7
pleasure means my
G
sorrow,
D
Still my heart shall
A7
answer,
D
"Yea!"
’Tis my deep desire to
G
please Thee,
D
Though I suffer
A-A7
loss;
D
E'en though
D7
Thy delight and
G
glory
D
Mean that I
A7
endure the
D-D7
cross.
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
D
In the
D7
place of what Thou
G
takest
D
Thou dost give Thy
A7
self to
D
me.
5
Oh, I’ll praise Thee, e’en if weeping
Mingle with my song.
Thine increasing sweetness calls forth
Grateful praises all day long.
Thou hast made Thyself more precious
Than all else to me:
Thou increase and I decrease, Lord—
This is now my only plea.
Oh, I'll praise Thee, e'en if weeping
Mingle with my song.
Thine increasing sweetness calls forth
Grateful praises all day long.
Thou hast made Thyself more precious
Than all else to me:
Thou increase and I decrease, Lord—
This is now my only plea.
D
Oh, I'll praise Thee, e'en if
G
weeping
D
Mingle with my
A-A7
song.
D
Thine
D7
increasing sweetness
G
calls forth
D
Grateful praises
A7
all day
D
long.
Thou hast made Thyself more
G
precious
D
Than all else to
A-A7
me:
D
Thou
D7
increase and I
G
decrease, Lord—
D
This is now my
A7
only
D-D7
plea.
Each blow I suffer
Is true gain to me.
In the place of what Thou takest
Thou dost give Thyself to me.
D
In the
D7
place of what Thou
G
takest
D
Thou dost give Thy
A7
self to
D
me.
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