Lord Jesus, when I think of Thee

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 hennaflower,
In vineyards blossoming Thou art;
Incomparable 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.

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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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Oh, Thou art fairer than the fair, And sweeter than the sweet;
Beside Thee, none in heav'n or earth our heart's desire could meet.

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