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.
                                                              
                                                                                                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 drink enough of Thee,
O moist'ning morning Dew;
Fresh, cooling, quenching, watering,
Supplying, and enlivening—
Oh, soak me through and through!
                                                              
                                                                                                O moist'ning morning Dew;
Fresh, cooling, quenching, watering,
Supplying, and enlivening—
Oh, soak me through and through!
3
                            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.
                                                              
                                                                                                Thou Fairest of the Fair;
My heart is filled with ecstasy,
As in Thy face of radiancy
I see such beauty there.
4
                            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.
                                                              
                                                                                                My Savior, Master, Friend;
I do not wish to go out free,
But ever, always, willingly,
To serve Thee to the end.
5
                            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.
                                                              
                                                                                                The sweetest name on earth;
A note so full of melody
Comes from my heart so joyously,
And fills my soul with mirth.
6
                            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."
                                                              
                                                                                                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.)
                                        its fragrant yellow and white flowers.
(Song of Sol. 1:14, A.S.V.)
 
      
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