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
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
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
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
Fill my cup fill it up and make me whole