Fill My Cup, Lord

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Like the wom-an at the well I was seek-ing

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For things that could not sat-is-fy;

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And then I heard my Sav-ior speak-ing:

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Draw from my well that nev-er shall run dry.

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Fill my cup, Lord! I lift it up, Lord!

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Come and quench this thirst-ing of my soul;

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Bread of heav-en, feed me till I want no more,

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Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!