*henna: an Old World plant, prized for its fragrant yellow and white flowers. (Song of Songs 1:!4)
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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! |
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Lord, like the pretty henna*-flower, In vineyards blossoming Thou art; Incomp'rable Thy beauty is, Admires and loves our heart! |
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There is no music adequate Thy grace in full to praise, Nor there a heart which could enjoy Thy love in every phase. |
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Lord, like the pretty henna*-flower, In vineyards blossoming Thou art; Incomp'rable Thy beauty is, Admires and loves our heart! |
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Yet, what delights our heart the most Is not Thy love, Thy grace; But it is Thine own loving Self That satisfies always. |
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Lord, like the pretty henna*-flower, In vineyards blossoming Thou art; Incomp'rable Thy beauty is, Admires and loves our heart! |
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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. |
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Lord, like the pretty henna*-flower, In vineyards blossoming Thou art; Incomp'rable Thy beauty is, Admires and loves our heart! |