(G,*D by Richard Blanchard)
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."
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 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:
D7 G D7
Fill my cup, Lord, I lift it up Lord.
Am D7 G
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul.
D7 G G7 C Am
Bread of heaven, feed till I want no more,
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.