Sweeter, O Lord, than rest to thee

Verse 1

Sweeter, O Lord, than rest to you, While seated by the well, Was your own task of love, to all Of grace and peace peace to tell. One tho'tless heart, who never knew The pulse of life before, There learned to love, was taught to sigh For earthly joy no more.

Verse 2

Friend of the lost, O Lord, in you Samaria's daughter there Found One whom love had drawn to Earth, Her weight of guilt to bear. Fair witness of your saving grace, In her, O Lord, we view The wand'ring soul by love subdued, The sinner drawn to you.

Verse 3

Thru' all that sweet and blessed scene, Dear Savior, by the well, More than enough the trembler finds, Her guilty fears to quell. There, in the full repose of faith, The soul delights to view, Not only One who deeply loves, But Love itself in you.