John 4
Christ was “weary” —yes, was weary!
Perfect God, yet perfect man;
E’en the rays which He created,
Made them weary, worn, and wan!
There He sat—the tired stranger—
There He sat to be refreshed,
For His sole, alone refreshment
Was in making others blest.
There, as man, He sat, so wearied:
There, as God, alarmed the soul—
Made the hardened conscience wounded.
Made, as God, the wounded whole.
There, as man, He said, “Believe Me,”
There, as God, with power supreme,
He proclaimed that God’s salvation
Was, by faith, receiving Him.
This was meat and drink to Jesus.
As through this poor world He passed,
Saving men; and ever telling,
Of His Father’s love so vast.
Perfect man; so sinless, holy,
Perfect God; the great “I AM,”
Who, to be a righteous Saviour,
Was the spotless, dying lamb.