(1) 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 will run dry."

Chorus: 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.

(2) There are millions in this world who are craving

The pleasures earthly things afford.

But none can match the wondrous treasure

That I find in Jesus Christ, my Lord.