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FILL MY CUP LORD

Like the woman at the well 
I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy
And then I heard my 
Saviour speaking
"Draw from my well that 
never shall run dry"

Fill my cup, Lord
I lift it up, Lord
Come and quench 
this thirsting 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 pleasures earthly things afford
But none can match the 
wondrous treasure
That I find in 
Jesus Christ my Lord

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

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

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