My Cup Overflows

by: Margaret E. Barber

There is always something "over"
When we trust our gracious Lord;
Every cup is overflowing,
His great rivers all are broad
Nothing narrow, nothing sparing,
Ever springing from His store
To His own He gives full measure,
Overflowing, evermore

There is always something "over"
When we, from the Father's hand
Take our portion with thanksgiving,
Praising for the path he planned.
Satisfaction, full and deepening,
Fills the soul, and lights the eye
When the heart has trusted Jesus
All its needs to satisfy

There is always something "over"
When we tell of all His love
Unreached depths still lie beneath us,
Unscaled heights rise far above;
Human lips can never utter
All His wondrous tenderness,
We can only praise and wonder,
And His name forever bless