270. FILL MY CUP LORD


LIKE The woman at the well, I was seeking
For things that would not satisfy
And then I heard my Saviour speaking
Draw from my well that never shall run dry.

CHORUS

Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up Lord
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul
Bread of heaven, fill me 'til I want no more
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole

There are millions in this world who are seeking
The pleasures earthly things afford
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.

So my brother if the things, this world gave you
Leave a hunger that just won't pass away
My blessed Lord will come and save you
If you will kneel, to Him and humbly pray.