Lord Jesus Christ, Our Heart Feels Sweet

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!