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!