Repeat the last two lines of each verse
1 There is always something over,
When we taste our gracious Lord;
Every cup He fills o'erfloweth,
Nothing narrow, nothing stinted,
2 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,
3 There is always something over,
When we share in all His love;
Unplumbed depths still lie beneath us,