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 Heav'n 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.

 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.

 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.

 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."