Jesus, the Savior of the world,
Once sat on Sychar’s well;
The depth of love that brought Him there
No creature tongue can tell.
With journey weary, there He won
A weary sinner’s heart;
A prophet He, all she had done
He told her every part.
She heard Him tell of God, who gives
The living water free;
A well within that satisfies
To all eternity.
‘Twas true that Jacob’s well was deep;
But ah! far deeper still
The well of love in Him who did
On earth His Father’s will.
He who will judge in righteousness
In that appointed day,
Had come to seek and find His sheep
Who wandered far away.
The Father gave that sheep to Christ,
She heard the Shepherd’s voice,
And none can pluck them from His hand
O’er whom He doth rejoice.
Delivered, saved, she there beheld
Her Savior, face to face;
Destined to dwell in His bright home,
Blest trophy of His grace.
“Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters; and he that hath no money, come ye, buy, and eat: yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.” (Isa. 55:11Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. (Isaiah 55:1)).