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 seek to learn His way,
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;
O 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.