| 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.
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