| 1. Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
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| Oh, what words I hear Him say!
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| Happy place! |
| so near, so precious!
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| May it find me there each day;
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| Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
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| I would look upon the past;
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| For His love has been so gracious,
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| It has won my heart at last.
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| 2. Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
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| Where can mortal be more blest?
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| There I lay my sins and sorrows,
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| And, when weary, find sweet rest;
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| Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
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| There I love to weep and pray;
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| While I from His fullness gather
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| Grace and comfort every day.
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| 3. Bless me, O my Savior, bless me,
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| As I sit low at Thy feet;
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| Oh, look down in love upon me,
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| Let me see Thy face so sweet;
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| Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus,
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| Keep me holy as He is;
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| May I prove I’ve been with Jesus,
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| Who is all my righteousness. |