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My Cup Runneth Over
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MY CUP RUNNETH OVER
Thou hast set me in the midst of beauty. What am I that I should be singled out for joy?
The trees clothe themselves in the green colour of spring; their branches are filled with the song of many birds.
By day the glory of the sun flows in my veins, filling me with content. By night the stars call out my spirit in worship, and I am lost among them.
In the setting of the sun and in men’s works I see beauty; in the storm and in the thrust of a spade.
Thou hast made me to take delight in music, whereby my spirit ascends I know not whither.
Thou hast made me to take delight in the thoughts of the great, the heritage of the generations.
Thou hast made me to take delight in men and women, and to seek the keys of their hearts.
The trees clothe themselves in the green colour of spring; their branches are filled with the song of many birds.
By day the glory of the sun flows in my veins, filling me with content. By night the stars call out my spirit in worship, and I am lost among them.
In the setting of the sun and in men’s works I see beauty; in the storm and in the thrust of a spade.
Thou hast made me to take delight in music, whereby my spirit ascends I know not whither.
Thou hast made me to take delight in the thoughts of the great, the heritage of the generations.
Thou hast made me to take delight in men and women, and to seek the keys of their hearts.
