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Lord Jesus Christ, our heart feels sweet
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| 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. |
| 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. |