At the Master's Feet

I come in quiet and I rest,

My ev'ry need now full-addressed.

I rest in peace abiding sweet

And lay it down at the Master's feet.

The tempests toss around me wild --

"O, Father, come, and save Thy child!"

With strengthened hand my soul to greet,

He bids me rest at the Master's feet.

I now bring my soul, scarred with sin,

"O, Father, make me clean again!"

And then my guilt its strong match meets

And clean I stand at the Master's feet.

I trod the mountains, high and low;

He gives me grace for ev'ry foe.

For ev'ry wound He helps defeat,

Whene'er I rest at the Master's feet.

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