Lyrics:

That Samarian woman came running to the city
To talk about the man she saw.
When she took her pitcher and went to the well,
Water she intended to draw.
The stranger she met there, she didn’t know where he came from,
But he told her ev’ry sinful thing she had done.
She said, “The man at the well blessed my soul and gone.”

Her friends in town asked her, “Did you know the man?”
She said, “No, I never saw him before.”
They asked her, “Didn’t you get his name?”
She said, “He didn’t tell me, and I don’t know,
But when he spoke, my soul caught on fire,
And I’ll remember this day until the day I die.
He stopped by, blessed my soul, and gone.”

The stranger was next seen in a city, oh, yes he was,
Standing off an angry mob,
Defending a woman that had been caught in the very act of adultery.
For pity and mercy she sought.
He said, “Ye here without sin, cast the first stone.”
When he raised up from the ground, all her accusers was gone.
He gave her a smile, waved farewell, and was gone.

The crowd asked her, “Didn’t you know that man?”
She said, “No, I never saw him before.”
They asked her, “You don’t know his name?”
She said, “He didn’t tell me, and I don’t know,
But when he touched me, I felt the power from his arms,
And I don’t plan again to do no wrong.
I’m just glad he stopped by, saved my life, and gone.”

I met that same man. I met that, Lord, same man.
When I turned away from sin, he opened up his arms and took me in.
I felt that same power; Lord, my soul caught on fire.
I’m just glad he stopped by—
In Alabama*, the Lord stopped by—
One Tuesday* evening, I’m glad he stopped by,
Blessed my soul, and gone.