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 gather
grace 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.