I taste the grace that’s boundless in supply
And feast upon abundant living Bread.
I’ve Water from the well that won’t run dry.
I pray to be the apple of Your eye.
How sweet each promise from the words You said!
I taste the grace that’s boundless in supply.
Help me all evil thoughts and deeds deny;
May I be salt and light for You instead.
I’ve Water from the well that won’t run dry.
Just when I need You most, then You are nigh
If even from Your presence I have fled.
I taste the grace that’s boundless in supply.
It’s hard to comprehend why You would die,
But for my sins Your precious blood was shed.
I’ve Water from the well that won’t run dry.
Lord, thank you for Your goodness from on high,
Your table that’s before me, always spread.
I taste the grace that’s boundless in supply.
I’ve Water from the well that won’t run dry.
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