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 so 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!
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.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.