Sitting At The Feet Of Jesus

Sitting at the feet of Jesus,

O 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, oh 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,

Make me holy as He is;

May I prove I've been with Jesus,

Who is all my righteousness.

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