Sitting at the Feet of Jesus

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.