At Jacob's Well, a stranger sought his drooping frame to cheer.
Samaria's daughter little thought that Jacob's God was near.
This had she known, her fainting mind for richer draughts had sighed,
Nor had Messiah, ever kind, those richer draughts denied.
This ancient well, no glass so true, Britannia's image shows.
Now Jesus walks our country through, but who the stranger knows?
Yet we must all the stranger know, or soon our lows deplore.
Behold! the living waters flow, come drink, and thirst no more.