Let me love and not be respected (Chinese hymn)

Let me love and not be respected; Let me serve and not be rewarded;

Let me labor and not be remembered; Let me suffer and not be regarded.

'Tis the pouring, not the drinking; 'Tis the breaking, not the keeping

A life suff'ring to seek other's blessing. A life loving and true comfort giving.

Not accepting pity and concern. Not accepting, solace and applause;

Even lonely, even forgotten, Even wordless, even forsaken.

Tears and blood, my price for the righteous crown shall be; Losing all, my cost for a faithful pilgrim's life.

'Twas the life, O Lord, that You chose to live. In those days when on earth You walked,

Gladly suff'ring all injuries and loss so that all might draw near and repose.

I cannot see how much farther I shall go; Still I press on knowing there is no return.

Let me follow Your pattern so perfect and true, Bearing ingratitude without complaint.

In this time of trial, O my Lord, I pray that You'd wipe all my hidden tears away;

Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward, Let me be others' blessing all my days.

Found this here [url=http://www.youtube.com/user/syifei#p/a/u/0/pwXjc1HqQUU] Chinese Watchman Nee tribute[/url]

not sure it is Chinese in origin anymore :-) found this version.

Let me love and not be requited.
Let me serve and not be rewarded.
Let me labor and not be remembered.
Let me suffer and not be regarded.
Let me pour wine, while I drink not.
Let me break bread, while I keep not,
Pour my life out that others be blessed,
Be in suff'ring that they be contented.
None to pity me or care for me,
None to praise me or to console me.
I would rather be desolate, wretched,
Lonely, friendless, and wrongly treated.
With my blood and tears pay the price to gain the crown,
Suffer loss that I might a pilgrim's life live out,
For, Lord, this is how You lived Your life
when You walked on this earthly sphere,
Gladly bore all loss that those who drew near
Could be freed from all suffering and fear.
I know not how far the future lies ahead.
On this path of no retreating I am led.
So, Lord, let me now learn from Your perfect pattern,
Suff'ring wrong, no resentment in return.
May You in this difficult, tedious day,
All my tears shed in secret wipe away;
Learning You are my only solacement,
And let my life for others' joy be spent.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Thank you for those inspiring hymns, hmmhmm. They resonate with a true love that seeks no reward.