164 AT THE FEET OF JESUS
[V1]
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 precious,
It has won my heart at last
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 precious,
It has won my heart at last
[V2]
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay 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.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay 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.
[V3]
Bless me, O my Saviour, bless me,
As I’m waiting 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.
Bless me, O my Saviour, bless me,
As I’m waiting 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.