When my lamp burns low;
And faith is dim;
When the once steady glow
Is uncertain;
I know I must attend
My failing store;
To trim my lamp and fill its lack
I come before the Lord.

Fill my lamp I pray
With thy precious oil;
When shadows dismay, Lord,
Light up my soul;
Through the night may I abide
A vessel of thy light.

Fill my lamp each day,
And with delight
I will walk in Thy path
With Thy perfect light.
Oh Lord, fill my lamp today.
I pray.
 
Now my lamp is full;
Its flame is pure;
Not a flicker of doubt
Can endure.
Yet as I hurry through
This dark’ning world,
How quickly burns my reservoir!
And I return to the Lord.

Fill my lamp I pray
With thy precious oil;
When shadows dismay, Lord,
Oh, fill my lamp today.

In Gethsemane
Where the olives grow,
With the weight of our sins
A heavy stone,
Crushed and broken, Jesus tread
That awful press alone,
That my vessel might be full and whole,
Ever brimming with oil.

Fill my lamp I pray
With thy precious oil;
When the shadows dismay
Lift up my soul;
Through the night may I abide
A vessel of thy light.
Oh Lord, fill my lamp today
Fill my lamp, Lord, everyday.

Words by Toni Thomas
Music by Diane Tuiofu

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