At Jacob’s well a stranger sought

His drooping frame to cheer:

Samaria’s daughters 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 travels Britain through,

But who the Stranger knows?