Sitting at the feet of Jesus Oh
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 gathergrace and comfort every day.bless me, o my savior, bless me,as *i sit low at thy feet; [*i'm waiting]oh, look down in love upon me,let me see thy face so sweet;give me, lord, the mind of jesus,keep me holy as he is;may i prove i've been with jesus,who is all my righteousness.