1 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.

Refrain:
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?

2 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. [Refrain]

3 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. [Refrain]

4 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? [Refrain]