The Woman At The Well
It was more than human thirst,
Led the Saviour to the well;
hearts sometimes will almost burst,
With a longing they can't tell.
And the one who knew and sees,
And who spares the sparrows fall;
Diagnosed this girls disease,
When he bade the Saviour call.
God filled up her empty heart,
With a spring that would not fail,
Yes, her medicine must smart,
But she left him strong and hale.
Pause Oh, Sinner stop and think,
And if foul your mug with mould;
Ask your Saviour for a drink,
And lifes beauty you'll behold.
Thought your life is black as ink,
Life eternal is a prize,
Come, ye to the fountain brink
Christ your Saviour stands and cries.
H. E. Crane
"Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God,
and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have
asked of him, and he would have given thee living water." John 4:10
"But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst;
but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing
up into everlasting life." John 4:14