Johnson Oatman, Jr.
(1856-1922)
And [Martha] had a sister called Mary,
which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word.
— Luke 10:39 —
I ask not for the highest place,
But find a spot more sweet
Where God bestows on me His grace—
At my Redeemer’s feet.
Tho’ waves of darkness round me roll,
I have a safe retreat;
No storm can ever harm a soul
At my Redeemer’s feet.
He gives me from His loving hand
“The finest of the wheat.”
I live in Heaven’s borderland—
At my Redeemer’s feet.
And when I reach the mystic sea,
Where earth and Heaven meet,
I’ll spend a blest eternity
At my Redeemer’s feet.
Come joy or pain, come weal or woe,
In Christ I am complete;
My highest place is lying low
At my Redeemer’s feet.
(Special thanks to Fellowship member Wanda Hilyer
for suggesting this hymn.)
