1
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.

2
Sitting at the feel of Jesus,
Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay my sins and sorrows,
And, when weary, find sweet rest;
Silting at the feet of Jesus,
There I love to weep and pray,
While I from His fullness gather
Grace and comfort every day.

3
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.