Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
Oh, what words I hear Him say!
Happy place! so near, so precious!
May it find me there each day;
Sitting at the feet of Jesus, I would look upon the past;
For His love has been so gracious, It has won my heart at last.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay my sins and sorrows, And, when weary, find sweet rest;
Sitting at the feet of Jesus, There I love to weep and pray;
While I from His fullness gather Grace and comfort every day.
Bless me, O my Savior, bless me, As I sit low at Thy feet;
Oh, look down in love upon me, Let me see Thy face so sweet;
Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus, Keep me holy as He is;
May I prove I’ve been with Jesus, Who is all my righteousness.