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.