Sweet was the hour, O Lord, to Thee
At Sychar’s lonely well,
When a poor outcast heard Thee there
Thy great salvation tell.
Thither she came; but, oh, her heart,
All filled with earthly care,
Dreamed not of Thee, nor thought to find
The hope of Israel there.
Lord, ’twas Thy power unseen that drew
The stray one to that place,
In solitude to learn from Thee
The secrets of Thy grace.
Samaria’s erring daughter found
Those streams unknown before,
The waterbrooks of life that make
The weary thirst no more.
And, Lord, to us, as vile as she
Thy gracious lips have told
That mystery of love revealed
At Jacob’s well of old.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water: thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.