172 I Cannot Breathe Enough of Thee

8.6.8.8.6.

I cannot breathe enough of Thee,

0 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.

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.

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.

4 I cannot sing enough of Thee,

The sweetest name on earth;

My life so full of melody

Comes from my heart so joyously,

And fills my soul with mirth.

And fills my soul with 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."

* An Old World plant, prized for its fragrant yellow and white flowers.

(Song of Sol. 1:14, A.S.V.)

Author:

W. Spencer Walton

Composer:

Mrs. Lewis S. Chafer