主，你温柔所留印记，照耀神圣，何其美丽！在你所行孤单路中，你爱留下希奇行踪。
How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in Thy meekness used to shine,
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!

你这人子，光中之光，有谁像你柔细、明亮？有谁像你如此忍耐，经过这一艰苦尘埃？
O who like Thee, so mild, so bright,
Thou Son of man, Thou Light of light?
O who like Thee did ever go
So patient, through a world of woe?

被人辱骂向不还口，遭受苦害从无怨尤；何其和善、何其谦卑，谦和之中又何荣美！
O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
So glorious in humility?

为使罪囚得着自由，囚犯之死甘愿忍受；借此你爱显明无留，怜悯随着你血涌流。
And death, that sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

希奇的主，我何愿望：更多模成你的形像，学你式微，像你谦卑，你的脚踪终生跟随。
O wondrous Lord, my soul would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee,
And learn of Thee, the lowly One,
And like Thee, all my journey run.