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."