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; Make me holy as He is. May I prove I’ve been with Jesus, Who is all my righteousness. |