493 - Fill My Cup, Lord

Like the woman at the well I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my Savior speaking:
Draw from My well that never shall
run dry.”


Fill my cup, Lord, I lift it up, Lord!

Come and quench this thristing of my soul;

Bread of heaven, feed me till I want no more--

Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!

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

So, my children, if the things this world gave you
Leave hunger that won’t pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and
save you,
If you kneel to Him and humbly pray: