1. 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!
Chorus : Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomp’rable Thy beauty is,
Admires and loves our heart!
2. There is no music adequate
Thy grace in full to praise,
Nor there a heart which could enjoy
Thy love in every phase.
3. Yet, what delights our heart the most
Is not Thy love, Thy grace;
But it is Thine own loving Self
That satisfies always.
4. 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.