Hymns, #172

Praise of the Lord - His Beauty

Eng/Kor:172  Chin:142  Span:82  Rus:204  Tag:172  Fra:-  Por:84

Lyrics:W. Spencer Walton
Music:Mrs. Lewis S. Chafer

This hymn has a unique tune.


Repeat the last line of each verse


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.


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 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.


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."

Hymn #172