There is always something "over," When we trust our gracious Lord;
Every cup is overflowing,
His great rivers are all 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.
~Margaret E. Barber
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