I cannot breathe enough of Thee

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.

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 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 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 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.”