Each time in the morning

Each time in the morning

a while before dawn

To You

Lord

I whisper a praise or a song

And feel Your life stirring so deep within me—

My cup runneth over with joy!

And then at the moment my heart turns to Thee

The eyes of my spirit Your presence can see;

While all is so fresh and the sunlight breaks through—

My cup runneth over with joy!

And when at the noontime I’m hungry and worn

And feel that the cares of this world have me torn

You come as my haven

my rest

and my food—

My cup runneth over with joy!

And then in the evening when my thoughts are free

Remembr’ing that You

Lord

still dwell within me

This sweet fact releases a river in me—

My cup runneth over with joy!