Sitting At The Feet of Jesus

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
When can mortals be more blessed?
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, oh 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.

He is all my righteousness.
He is all my righteousness.