I cannot breathe enough of Thee

1
I cannot breathe enough of Thee,
  O gentle breeze of love;
More fragrant than the myrtle tree
The Henna-flower* is to me,
  The Balm of Heaven above.
2
I cannot gaze enough on Thee,
  Thou Fairest of the Fair;
My heart is filled with ecstasy,
As in Thy face of radiancy
  I see such beauty there.
3
I cannot yield enough to Thee,
  My Savior, Master, Friend;
I do not wish to go out free,
But ever, always, willingly,
  To serve Thee to the end.
4
I cannot sing enough of Thee,
  The sweetest name on earth;
A note so full of melody
Comes from my heart so joyously,
  And fills my soul with mirth.
5
I cannot speak enough of Thee,
  I have so much to tell;
Thy heart it beats so tenderly
As Thou dost draw me close to Thee,
  And whisper, "All is well."
* An Old World plant, prized for its fragrant yellow and white flowers. (Song of Sol. 1:14, A.S.V.)
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Medea

Tbilisi, Georgia

125. (ინგ. 172)

1. ვერ ვძღები შენი შესუნთქვით,

ნაზი სიო ტრფობის;

მირტის ხის სურნელს შენ სჯობნი,

ინა ყვავილი ხარ ჩემთვის,

ციური სურნელი.

2. ო ვერ ვძღები შენი ცქერით,

ყველაზე ლამაზო;

გულს აღავსებს აღტაცება,

შენი სახის ბრწყინვალებას,

როდესაც შევცქერი.

3. სრულად გეკუთვნი მხოლოდ შენ,

მხსნელო, მეგობარო;

არ მსურს ჩემს ნებაზე ყოფნა,

მსურს, ბოლომდე შენად ყოფნა,

მუდამ გემსახურო.

4. ვერ ვძღები შენზე სიმღერით,

მიწის სიტკბოებავ;

გულიდან უხვად იღვრება,

მელოდიის დიდი ტალღა,

და მშვინვას ახარებს.

5. სიტყვებით ვერ აღვწერ იმას,

თუ ვინ ხარ შენ ჩემთვის;

მესმის შენი გულისძგერა,

და ყურში შენი ჩურჩული:

'ყველაფერი მორჩა~. ❤️


Medea

Tbilisi, Georgia

1. Πώς να εισπνεύσω αρκετά

Απ’ τ’ αεράκι Σου;

Πιο ευωδιαστό απ’ τη μυρτιά,

Σαν βάλσαμο από ψηλά,

Το μύρο του Ουρανού.

2. Πώς ν’ ατενίσω αρκετά

Σ’ Εσένα, Κύριε;

Μπροστά Σου μένω έκθαμβος,

Στην όψη Σου εκστατικός,

Ω, Ωραιότατε!

3. Πώς να υπακούσω αρκετά,

Σωτήρα, Κύριε;

Δεν θέλω ν’ απομακρυνθώ,

Μα πρόθυμα να υπηρετώ,

Εσένα πάντοτε.

4. Πώς να υμνήσω αρκετά

Το Όνομα αυτό;

Μια μελωδία, τι γλυκιά!

Μου βγαίνει μέσ’ απ’ την καρδιά,

Κι από χαρά πετώ.

5. Πώς να μιλήσω αρκετά

Γι’ αυτά τα θαυμαστά;

Όταν μ’ αγάπη με καλείς,

Και τρυφερά παρηγορείς,

Τότε Εσύ μου αρκείς.


Dawn Citto

Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

Amen, Praise the Lord - how can we get enought of Thee?

Youre so Lovely Lord - ohhh Your'e so Lovely/

I cannot speak, sing, rejoice enough in Thee, thou art altogether Lovely.

I cannot gaze enough on Thee Thou fairest of the fairest,

my heart is filled with Extacy!


Sister Ma

Calgary

Oh Lord, you draw me to you!


Lane Morgan

Austin, Texas, United States

As Thou dost draw me close to Thee,

And whisper, “All is well. ”

Lord, all is well when we rest and abide in you. Keep us always close to you.


Samuel Yu

Austin, Texas, United States

“I cannot sing enough of Thee,

The sweetest name on earth”


Glory Jung

Anaheim, CA, United States

A breath of God..


Sara Z 🌻

NJ, New Jersey, United States

Lord, I cannot breathe enough of Thee! Thank You for Your whispers. Amen.


Ash

Austin, TX, United States

As Thou dost draw me close to Thee,

And whisper, “All is well. ”

Amen Lord, keep drawing me.


Anonymous

Belgium

Amen, Lord, praise Your name which is above every name.

“I cannot sing enough of Thee,

The sweetest name on earth;

A note so full of melody

Comes from my heart so joyously,

And fills my soul with mirth. ”