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Lord Jesus Christ,
our heart feels sweet
Whene’er we think on Thee,
And long that to Thy presence dear
We soon might raptured be!
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp’rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!
There is no music adequate
Thy grace in full to praise,
Nor there a heart which could enjoy
Thy love in every phase.
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp’rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!
Yet, what delights
our heart the most
Is not Thy love, Thy grace;
But it is Thine own loving Self
That satisfies always.
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp’rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!
Oh, Thou art fairer than the fair,
And sweeter than the sweet;
Beside Thee,
none in heaven or earth
Our heart’s desire could meet.
Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp’rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!
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