At the feet of Je­sus,
Listening to His word;
Learning wis­dom’s les­son
From her lov­ing Lord;
Mary, led by heav’n­ly grace,
Chose the meek dis­ci­ple’s place.
At the feet of Je­sus
Is the place for me,
There a hum­ble learn­er
Would I choose to be.

At the feet of Je­sus,
Pouring per­fume rare,
Mary did her Sav­ior
For the grave pre­pare;
And, from love the good work done,
She her Lord’s ap­prov­al won.
At the feet of Je­sus
Is the place for me,
There, in sweet­est ser­vice
Would I ev­er be.

At the feet of Je­sus,
In that morn­ing hour,
Loving hearts, re­ceiv­ing
Resurrection pow­er,
Haste with joy to preach the word;
Christ is ris­en, praise the Lord!
At the feet of Je­sus,
Risen now for me,
I shall sing His prais­es
Through eter­ni­ty.