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1
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!
GEach
time in the
Bm
morning,
a
C
while
before
D
dawn
To
G
You,
Lord, I
Bm
whisper
a
C
praise
or a
D
song,
And
G
feel
Your life
Bm
stirring
so
C
deep
within
D
me—
My
G
cup
runneth
C
over
D7
with
G-C-G
joy!
2
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 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!
GAnd
then at the
Bm
moment
my
C
heart
turns to
D
Thee,
The
G
eyes
of my
Bm
spirit
Your
C
presence
can
D
see;
While
G
all
is so
Bm
fresh
and the
C
sunlight
breaks
D
through—
My
G
cup
runneth
C
over
D7
with
G-C-G
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 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!
GAnd
when at the
Bm
noontime
I'm
C
hungry
and
D
worn
And
G
feel
that the
Bm
cares
of this
C
world
have me
D
torn,
You
G
come
as my
Bm
haven,
my
C
rest,
and my
D
food—
My
G
cup
runneth
C
over
D7
with
G-C-G
joy!
4
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!
And then in the evening when my thoughts are free,
Remembr'ing that You, Lord, still dwell within me,