Here’s my cup, lord, I lift it up to thee
Come and quench, this thirsting of my Soul;
Bread of heaven, feed me till I want
No more;
Here’s my cup, fill it up and make me whole.
Here’s my cup, lord, I lift it up to thee
Come and quench, this thirsting of my Soul;
Bread of heaven, feed me till I want
No more;
Here’s my cup, fill it up and make me whole.