L.M.
1
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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.
5
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.
