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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!
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!
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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!
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 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!
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!
3
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 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 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 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!
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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!
Remembr'ing that You, Lord, still dwell within me,
This sweet fact releases a river in me—
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!
Remembr'ing that You, Lord, still dwell within me,
This sweet fact releases a river in me—
My cup runneth over with joy!
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Pagadian City, Zamboanga Del Sur
I want You Lord to be the first One in me as I wake in the morning.
Vancouver, Washington, United States
Lord!!! My cup runneth over with joy!