To Jacob’s well a woman came,
For water from a neighbouring town,
A stranger there, unknown His name,
Had, faint and weary, sat Him down.

He meekly said, “Give me to drink,”
As water from the well she drew;
Ah, little did that woman think
The tribute that to Him was due.

He asked for water; but had she
Known that the Lord of life was there,
For His salvation, full and free,
Had been her own, her earnest prayer.

From His own lips the truth she learned,
From His own love the gift received:
And in the Stranger’s form discerned
The Lord, in whom she now believed.

Christ in His gospel now is nigh;
O, if we truly knew Him there,
Our souls at once to Him would fly,
To seek His saving grace by prayer.