At My Redeemer’s Feet

I ask not for the high­est place

But find a spot more sweet

Where God be­stows on me His grace

At my Re­deem­er’s feet.

Come joy or pain

come weal or woe

In Christ I am com­plete;

My high­est place is ly­ing low

At my Re­deem­er’s feet.

Tho’ waves of dark­ness round me roll

I have a safe re­treat;

No storm can ev­er harm a soul

At my Re­deem­er’s feet.

He gives me from His lov­ing hand

The fin­est of the wheat;

I live in Heav­en’s bor­der land

At my Re­deem­er’s feet.

And when I reach the mys­tic sea

Where earth and Heav­en meet

I’ll spend a blest eter­ni­ty

At my Re­deem­er’s feet.