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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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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Rostov-on-Don, Russia
The hymn comes to me very often. It can be sung only from a heart which knows "love." No other way is sweeter, easier, more full of enjoyment, than loving the Lord. Yes we cannot breathe enough of him!
Vitoria Da Conquista, Bahia, Brazil
Que hino lindo!
London, England
It is a great blessing to recognize our need of Christ in His all-inclusiveness through the Spirit. Praise the Lord! Saints we cannot breathe enough of Him.