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OLIVES THAT HAVE KNOWN NO PRESSURE ( Hymn #626 verse 1, 4, 5) |
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? (Chorus) Each blow I suffer Is true gain to me. In the place of what Thou takest Thou dost give Thyself to 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. 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. |