C
G7
Like the woman at the well I was seeking
C
For things that could not satisfy
F
But then I heard my Savior speaking
G7
C
Draw from my well that never shall run dry
G7
Fill my cup Lord I lift it up Lord
C
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul
F
Bread of heaven feed me till I want no more
G7
C
Fill my cup fill it up and make me whole
G7
There are millions in this world who are craving
C
The pleasures earthly things afford
F
But none can match the wondrous treasure
G7
C
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord
G7
Fill my cup Lord I lift it up Lord
C
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul
F
Bread of heaven feed me till I want no more
G7
C
Fill my cup fill it up and make me whole
C
G7
F
