One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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“Jesus saith unto her, ‘Give me to drink.’”
It was the heat of afternoon: To Sychar thus befell
That her Messias came to her, and sat by Jacob's well
Aweary, for the way was long—He lean'd upon the brink—
Cometh a woman down to draw—“Give Me,” saith He, “to drink.”
That her Messias came to her, and sat by Jacob's well
Aweary, for the way was long—He lean'd upon the brink—
Cometh a woman down to draw—“Give Me,” saith He, “to drink.”
“And O,” cries many a heart to-day, in love and yearning true,
“So would that I,” and “Would that I,” and “Would that I might do;”
And “Would that in that woman's place it might have been for me
To draw the water Thou didst long for—Blessèd One—for Thee.”
“So would that I,” and “Would that I,” and “Would that I might do;”
And “Would that in that woman's place it might have been for me
To draw the water Thou didst long for—Blessèd One—for Thee.”
The well was deep the woman drew, and to His sacred mouth
Did lift the water, nothing 'ware of ought but mortal's drouth;
Then ask—O sad, O sweet her words—of Him, blest Son of Man,
“How is it Thou wilt ought of me, th' unloved Samaritan?”
Did lift the water, nothing 'ware of ought but mortal's drouth;
Then ask—O sad, O sweet her words—of Him, blest Son of Man,
“How is it Thou wilt ought of me, th' unloved Samaritan?”
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How is it, mighty Love of God, O Great Messias how!
Thou wilt of sinners ask for aid, thou wilt “have dealings” now?
“Give Me to drink, the well is deep, I sit, I wait for thee;
I am athirst, I am athirst; 'beseech you, succour Me!
Thou wilt of sinners ask for aid, thou wilt “have dealings” now?
“Give Me to drink, the well is deep, I sit, I wait for thee;
I am athirst, I am athirst; 'beseech you, succour Me!
“For thou and I, and these My poor, are one; their need is Mine,
And whoso aideth mortal want, so aideth My divine.”
I yield Thee hearty thanks, O Lord! So yet, it mine may be
To draw the water Thou dost long for—Blessèd One—For Thee.
And whoso aideth mortal want, so aideth My divine.”
I yield Thee hearty thanks, O Lord! So yet, it mine may be
To draw the water Thou dost long for—Blessèd One—For Thee.
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