FILL MY CUP

Richard Blanchard

Like the woman at the well I was seeking

For things that could not satisfy

And then I heard my Saviour’s 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