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I cannot breathe enough of Thee,
O gentle breeze of love,
More fragrant than the myrtle tree
The Rose of Sharon is to me,
|: The balm of heav’n 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 cannot work enough for Thee,
my Saviour, Master, Friend;
I do not wish to go out free,
But ever, always, willingly,
|: 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. :|
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.” :|
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8 6 8 8 6 extended
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Bible Refs:
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Song 1:14;
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SPENCER
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8 6 8 8 6 6
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