At Jacob’s well a stranger sought,
His drooping frame to cheer;
Samarias daughter little thought
That Jacobs God was near.
This ancient well, no glass so true,
Our natures image shows,
Now Jesus travels this land through,
But who the stranger knows.
Our nation must the stranger know,
Or soon her loss deplore,
Behold! the living waters flow,
Come drink and thirst no more.