To save thy dear–bought flock from hell!
Like a pour trav’ller see him sit,
Athirst, and weary, by the well.
The woman who for water came,
(What great events on small depend)
Then learnt the glory of his name,
The Well of life, the sinner’s Friend!
Taught from her birth to hate the Jews,
And filled with party–pride; at first
Her zeal induced her to refuse
Water, to quench the Savior’s thirst.
But soon she knew the gift of GOD,
And JESUS, whom she scorned before,
Unasked, that drink on her bestowed,
Which whoso tastes shall thirst no more.
His words her prejudice removed,
Her sin she felt, relief she found;
She saw and heard, believed and loved,
And ran to tell her neighbors round.
O come, this wondrous man behold!
The promised Savior! this is he,
Whom ancient prophecies foretold,
Born, from our guilt to set us free.
Like her, in ignorance content,
I worshipped long I knew not what;
Like her, on other things intent,
I found him, when I sought him not.
He told me all that e’er I did,
And told me all was pardoned too;
And now, like her, as he has bid,
I live to point him out to you.
- John Newton.
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