RUNNING OVER
1. Since the Saviour came to this heart
of mine,
My cup’s fill’d and running over,
Filling my poor soul with His joy
divine,
My cup’s fill’d and running over.
Ru. . . . ning over,
Ru. . . . ning over,
My cup’s fill’d and running over, Since the Lord saved me,
I’m as happy as can be,
My cup’s fill’d and running over.
2. With my Lord so dear, I have
naught to fear,
My cup’s fill’d and running over,
Tho’ my way be drear He is ever
near,
My cup’s fill’d and running over.
3. Even tho’ I walk thro’ death’s
darksome vale,
My cup’s filled and running over,
Christ my Lord shall be my comfort
still,
My cup’s fill’d and running over.
4. Sinner, seek the Lord, trust His
precious word,
While the angels round you hover,
Heaven’s bells will ring, and you
then will sing,
My cup’s fill’d and running over.