Classic Poem

Jesus going through the land and on his way got thirsty;
He stopped at the well in Canaan's land,
The town was called Symyrna.
Oh! there's no one can love you like
Jesus Glory, Hallelujah!
There's no one can love you like
Jesus Glory, Hallelujah!

When I was blind and could not see
And on my way to ruin,
Jesus opened my blinded eyes,
And showed me where I was going.

Chorus
Oh there's no one can love you like Jesus,
Glory hallelulah!
There's no one can love you like Jesus,
Glory hallelulah!

See the woman at the well,
Disputing with her Saviour,
She soon found out He could tell her all about
Her bad, bad past behavior.

When she asked and when she got
The drink her soul was craving,
She forgot her water pot
And went to town proclaiming —