Like the woman at the well I was seeking
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
There are millions in this world who are craving
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
So, my brother, if the things this world gave you
Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
God hath not promised skies always blue
But God hath promised strength for the day,
God hath not promised we shall not know
But God hath promised strength for the day,
God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God to me.
Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Pardon for sin and a peace endureth,
Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
* * * * *
Words by Thomas O. Chisholm
For permission to reproduce this hymn,
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Open now the crystal fountain,
Lord, I trust Thy mighty power,
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Musing on my habitation,
Have Thine own way Lord! Have Thine own way!
Have Thine own way Lord! Have Thine own way!
Have Thine own way Lord! Have Thine own way!
Have Thine own way Lord! Have Thine own way!
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
And when my task on earth is done,
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
I, the Lord of sea and sky,
Here I am Lord, Is it I Lord?
I, the Lord of snow and rain,
Here I am Lord, Is it I Lord?
I, the Lord of wind and flame,
Here I am Lord, Is it I Lord?
Shackled by a heavy burden
He touched me, oh He touched me
Since I met the blessed Saviour
He touched me, oh He touched me
Why should I be discouraged
I sing because I'm happy;
Let not your heart be troubled;
I sing because I'm happy;
Whenever I am tempted;
I sing because I'm happy;
O Lord my God when I in awesome wonder,
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
When through the woods and forest glades I wander,
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
And when I think that God His son not sparing,
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation,
I don't know about tomorrow;
*******************************
For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my Savior speaking:
"Draw from my well that never shall run dry".
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!
The pleasures earthly things afford;
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my 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!
Leave hungers that won't pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and save you,
If you kneel to Him and humbly pray:
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!
Flower strewn pathways, all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.
Toil and temptations, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain, rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not;
As Thou has been Thou forever wilt be.
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Music by William M. Runyan
© 1923, Ren. 1951 Hope Publishing Co.,
Carol Stream, IL 60188.
All rights reserved.
International copyright secured.
Used by permission.
please contact Hope Publishing Company at
www.hopepublishing.com
Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah
Pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more;
Feed me till I want no more.
Where the living waters flow;
Let the river of salvation,
Follow all the desert through.
Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield;
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.
Wondrous are Thy works of old;
Thou deliver'st Thine from thraldom,
Who for nought themselves had sold:
Thou didst conquer, Thou didst conquer,
Sin, and Satan and the grave,
Sin, and Satan and the grave.
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to Thee;
I will ever give to Thee.
Musing on my heav'nly home,
Fills my soul with holy longings:
Come, my Jesus, quickly come;
Vanity is all I see;
Lord, I long to be with Thee!
Lord, I long to be with Thee!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay!
Mold me a make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Search me and try me, Master, today.
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Wounded and weary; help me I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me Saviour Divine!
Hold o'er my being absolute away!
Fill with Thy Spirit 'till all shall see
Christ only, always living in me!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
What e'er I do, where e'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Nor ever murmer nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
When by Thy grace the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
I have heard My people cry.
All who dwell in dark and sin,
My hand will save.
I who made the stars of night,
I will make their darkness bright.
Who will bear My light to them?
Whom shall I send?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.
I have born my peoples pain.
I have wept for love of them, They turn away.
I will break their hearts of stone,
Give them hearts for love alone.
I will speak My word to them,
Whom shall I send?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.
I will tend the poor and lame.
I will set a feast for them,
My hand will save
Finest bread I will provide,
Till their hearts be satisfied.
I will give My life to them,
Whom shall I send?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.
'Neath a load of guilt and shame
Then the hand of Jesus touched me
Now I am no longer the same.
And oh the joy that floods my soul
Something happened and now I know
He touched me and made me whole.
Since He cleansed and made me whole
I will never cease to praise Him
I'll shout it while eternity rolls.
And oh the joy that floods my soul
Something happened and now I know
He touched me and made me whole.
And why should the shadows fall?
Why should my heart be lonely,
And long for heaven and home?
When Jesus is my portion,
My constant Friend is He,
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm free;
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
These tender words I hear;
And resting on his goodness,
I lose my doubts and fears;
For by the path He leadeth;
But one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm free;
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Whenever clouds arise;
When songs give place to sighing;
When hope within me dies;
I draw the closer to Him;
From care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm free;
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power through out the universe displayed.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Sent Him to die I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow in humble admiration,
And there proclaim, my God how great Thou art.
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from its sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey.
I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said.
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.
Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden's getting lighter,
Every cloud is silver-lined.
There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.
I don't know about tomorrow;
It may bring me poverty.
But the one who feeds the sparrow,
Is the one who stands by me.
And the path that is my portion
May be through the flame or flood;
But His presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood.
Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand.