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.”
Refrain
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!
2
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.
3
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:
