Come Fill Up My Cup, Come Fill

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

When Israel, Of The Lord Belov'd, Out Of The Land Of Bondage Came, Her Fathers' God Before Her Mov'd, An Awful Guide In Smoke And Flame.

The Summer Dawn's Reflected Hue To Purple Changed Lock Katrine Blue, Mildly And Soft The Western Breeze Just Kiss'd The Lake, Just Stirr'd The Trees, And The Pleased Lake, Like Maiden Coy, Trembled But Dimpled Not For Joy.

Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music Is Ill Of Digestion.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven. It Is The Secret Sympathy, The Silver Link, The Silken Tie, Which Heart To Heart, And Mind To Mind, In Body And In Soul Can Bind.