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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. The Balm of Heaven above.
DI
cannot breathe enough of
A
Thee,
O gentle
A7
breeze
of
D
love;
More fragrant
B7
than
the
Em
myrtle
tree
The Henna-
A
flower*
D
is
to me,
D7The
G
Balm
of Heaven
a
D
bove.
The
A
Balm
of
A7
Heaven
a
D
bove.
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. I see such beauty there.
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.
I see such beauty there.
DI
cannot gaze enough on
A
Thee,
Thou Fairest
A7
of
the
D
Fair;
My heart is
B7
filled
with
Em
ecstasy,
As in Thy
A
face
of
D
radiancy
D7I
G
see
such beauty
D
there.
I
A
see
such
A7
beauty
D
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. To serve Thee to the end.
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.
To serve Thee to the end.
DI
cannot yield enough to
A
Thee,
My Savior,
A7
Master,
D
Friend;
I do not
B7
wish
to
Em
go
out free,
But ever,
A
always,
D
willingly,
D7To
G
serve
Thee to the
D
end.
To
A
serve
Thee
A7
to
the
D
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. And fills my soul with mirth.
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.
And fills my soul with mirth.
DI
cannot sing enough of
A
Thee,
The sweetest
A7
name
on
D
earth;
A note so
B7
full
of
Em
melody
Comes from my
A
heart
so
D
joyously,
D7And
G
fills
my soul with
D
mirth.
And
A
fills
my
A7
soul
with
D
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.” And whisper, “All is well.”
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."
And whisper, "All is well."
DI
cannot speak enough of
A
Thee,
I have so
A7
much
to
D
tell;
Thy heart it
B7
beats
so
Em
tenderly
As Thou dost
A
draw
me
D
close
to Thee,
D7And
G
whisper,
"All is
D
well."
And
A
whisper,
A7
"All
is
D
well."
* An Old World plant, prized for its fragrant yellow and white flowers. (Song of Sol. 1:14, A.S.V.)
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. ”
In 2 Kings 4, a woman’s only son died, and she hurriedly ran to find the prophet Elisha regarding her suffering. As she was approached by others and asked “How she was doing?” she replied, “All is well”. Her focus was not on her pressing environment and great loss, but on God, and the one who spoke the Words of God. In this hymn, the writer sees Christ in His attracting beauty and loveliness, and none else, therefore he can finish the hymn, and say, “All is well”. May we in the hardships that daily confront us, declare “all is well”, as we remain in intimate fellowship and union with our Beloved Christ.
The second part of verse 2 says, "He has no attracting form nor majesty that we should look upon Him, / Nor beautiful appearance that we should desire Him." Very few people would pay any particular attention to a tender plant. In one sense, the Lord Jesus is beautiful. There are a number of hymns in our hymnal concerning His beauty (Hymns, #170-178). However, in another sense, Jesus is not beautiful. He has no beautiful appearance that we should desire Him.
In the eighth plague, which took place during the tenth conflict (10:1-20), we see a change in another function of the universe. This time God changed the function of the wind. When the wind functions normally, it sends a supply of fresh air. If there were no wind at all, we all would suffocate. We thank the Lord for the function of wind to sustain our life on earth. Spiritually speaking, the Lord is also the wind to us. The line of a hymn says, 'I cannot breathe enough of Thee, O gentle breeze of love' (Hymns, #172). For a proper spiritual life, we need to experience Christ as a gentle breeze.
2. I cannot drink enough of Thee,
O moist’ning morning Dew;
Fresh, cooling, quenching, watering,
Supplying, and enlivening& mdash;
Oh, soak me through and through!