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!
  
  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.
  
  Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
  In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
  Incomp'rable Thy beauty is,
  Admires and loves our heart!
  
3. 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!
  
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.
  
  Lord, like the pretty henna-flower,
  In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
  Incomp'rable Thy beauty is,
  Admires and loves our heart!