Thus she sat at Jesus’ feet,
Blessed place for waiting souls;
Thus she heard His converse sweet,
Thus His word her heart controls.
Thus she sat, her spirit led.
By His Spirit, opening heaven;
Thus her heart’s deep hunger fed,
Bread of God, thus freely given.
Wondrous moments, rich in joy,
Rich in purpose cloth appear,
To those who find their blest employ,
At His feet with opened ear.
Thus Martha, Mary, Lazarus lives.
In each whose heart, thus Leal and true,
Communion, work, or worship gives,
To Christ, the Lord, the homage due.
O, Christian! may thy waiting soul,
Be found like hers at Jesus’ feet,
Until thy heart has reached His goal,
Thy spirit led in commune sweet.
Mystery of godliness! how great!
That God Himself hath hither come!
His work, His word, His way complete,
To bring His own to His own home!