Oh, Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. I want to let his praises swell.
Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. And I was not in the well.
Well, there was a woman from Samaria, came to the well to get some water.
There she met a stranger, who did a story tell.
That woman dropped a pitcher, she drank and was made richer.
From the water he gave her, and I was not in the well.
Oh, Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. I want to let his praises swell.
Jesus gave me water. He gave that woman water.
He gave living love and lasting water, and I was not in the well.
Well, on that woman he had pity. She ran back to the city, crying glory, hallelujah.
And did his wonders tell. She left my savior singing, she came back to him bringing.
The town see that water, Lord, and I was not in the well.
Oh, Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. Jesus gave me water. I want to let his praises swell.
Jesus gave that woman water. Gave her that loving, lasting water. Water, and I was not in the well.
Well, on that woman left for shouting. There was no room for doubting.
That she had met her savior, who did her wonders tell.
Every time she doubted him, she started to think about him.
The man that gave her that water, Lord, and I was not in the well.
Yes, gave her water. Jesus gave her water. Jesus gave her water. I want to let his praises swell.
Say, he gave that woman water. Gave her that loving, lasting water. Water, and I was not in the well.