Lyrics

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 thirsting of my soul Bread of Heaven, feed me 'til 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 of gold 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 'til I want no more Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole Here's my cup, fill it up and make me whole
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