493. Fill My Cup, Lord
Capo: 0BbLike the woman at the
Bdim6well I was
F7seeking
BbFor things that could not satis-fy:
Bb7And then I heard
Ebmy Savior speaking:
F7“Draw from my well that ne
Bbver shall run dry”.
EbFill my
Bbcup Lord, I lif
F7t it up, Lord!
BbCome and quench this thirsting of my soul;
F7Bread of
Bbheaven,
Bb7Feed me till I
F7want
Bbno
Cm7more–
F7Fill
Cm7my cup,
F7fill it up and
Bbmake me whole!