Jesus at the Well

He sat by the well at the noon­tide

When all His dis­ci­ples were gone;

And there came out a wo­man for wa­ter

And she saw but the strang­er

alone.

Oh

list­en

dear heart

while the Sav­ior

Is talk­ing to you by the way;

For your love He is ten­der­ly plead­ing:

Will you turn Him in sor­row away?

He spoke

and the flush of re­sent­ment

Gave place to a glad­some surprise

While they talked

by the well curb of Sy­char

Of the wa­ter that Je­sus sup­plies.

And the heart of the hun­ger­ing woman

Felt a joy that no lang­uage may tell

For she knew that for her this same Je­sus

Had wait­ed that day at the well.

Again

at the noon­tide He wait­eth

For one whom He know­eth

to­day

Still thirsts for His life giv­ing wa­ter;

Will you turn Him in sor­row away?