Little thought Samaria’s daughter
On that ne’er forgotten day,
That the tender Shepherd sought her
As a sheep astray;
That from sin He longed to win her—
Knowing more than she could tell
Of the wretchedness within her—
Waiting at the well.
‘Neath the stately palm tree’s swaying
Listened she to words of truth;
While her thoughts went backward straying
O’er her wasted youth.
Hast’ning homeward in desire
All His wondrous speech to tell,
Cried she, “Is not this Messiah
Waiting at the well?”
Living waters still are flowing,
Full and free for all mankind,
Blessings sweet on all bestowing—
All may welcome find.
All the world may come and prove Him,
Every doubt will Christ dispel;
And each heart shall truly love Him,
Waiting at the well.