Richard Blanchard - Fill my cup lord

Fill my ^Dcup, Lord, I lift it ^Aup, Lord! Come and ^Emquench this ^Athirsting^A/G of ^A/C#my ^Dsoul; Bread of ^D7heaven, feed me^D/F# 'til I ^Gwant ^Bmno ^Emmore- Fill my ^Acup, fill it ^A/Gup and ^A/C#make me ^Dwhole!

^DLike the woman at the well I was ^Aseeking For ^A7things that could not satis ^Dfy; And ^D7then I heard my Savior ^Gspeaking: Draw from My ^Awell that never shall run ^Ddry.

^DThere are millions in this world who are ^Acraving The ^A7pleasure earthly things affo^Drd; But ^D7none can match the wondrous ^Gtreasure That I ^Afind in ^A7Jesus Christ my ^DLord.

^DSo, my brother, if the things this world ^Agave you Leave ^A7hungers that won't pass a^Dway, My b^D7lessed Lord will come and s^Gave you, If you ^Akneel to Him and humbly ^Dpray: