There is always something over

There is always something over

When we taste our gracious Lord;

Every cup He fills o’erfloweth

Rich supply He doth afford.

Nothing narrow

nothing stinted

Ever issued from His store;

To His own He gives full measure

Running over

evermore

To His own He gives full measure

Running over

evermore.

There is always something over

When we

from the Father’s hand

Take our portion with thanksgiving

Praising for the things He planned.

Satisfaction

full and deepening

All our need He doth supply

When the heart has tasted Jesus

Its desires to satisfy

When the heart has tasted Jesus

Its desires to satisfy.

There is always something over

When we share in all His love;

Unplumbed 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

We can only praise and wonder

And His Name forever bless.