主啊，人如何能布道你永恒的字眼?

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?

他是一块酥脆疯癫的玻璃

    He is a brittle crazy glass;

你还在你的殿堂让他

Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford

有光荣超验的位置

    This glorious and transcendent place,

当通往你恩典的一扇窗户

    To be a window, through thy grace.

你把玻璃上讲你的故事淡化

But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,

让你的生平事迹从内里发光

    Making thy life to shine within

神圣的布道人才有了让人尊敬的荣光

The holy preachers, then the light and glory

否则太水太贫瘠

    More reverend grows, and more doth win;

    Which else shows waterish, bleak, and thin.

信条与生命，色彩与光合并交融

才会有敬畏，可是只有言辞

Doctrine and life, colors and light, in one

就会像火光般消失

    When they combine and mingle, bring

耳畔能响起的，未必深入良知

A strong regard and awe; but speech alone

    Doth vanish like a flaring thing,

    And in the ear, not conscience, ring.