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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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