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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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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.