If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;

如果我们从未见证，我们现在就向你寻觅；

Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;

你的眼睛烧穿黑暗，那是我们惟一的星辰；

We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,

我们必须得见，你的额上刺着荆棘，

We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

我们必须得着你，噢耶稣你累累伤痕。

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;

诸天令我们恐惧，它们是如此静谧；

In all the universe we have no place.

我们无地自容，在宇宙之间。

Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?

我们的伤口加痛于我们；药膏在哪里？

Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace.

主耶稣，凭你的伤痕，我们得证你的恩典。

If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,

若是，当无数门紧闭，你却亲切靠近，

Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;

只需露出那双手，和你的侧肋；

We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear,

我们今日便知什么是伤口，不再受怕担惊，

Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign.

我们认得你的签记，你显出的伤痕累累。

The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak;

其余神灵健硕无比；但你如此虚弱；

They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;

他们乘骏骑，但你向着宝座跌撞前去；

But to our wounds only God's wounds can speak,

唯有上帝的伤口，能对我们的伤口言说，

And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.

也没有哪个神灵伤痕累累，唯独有你。