SATISFACTION

A. C. Craig

O Lord to be

Just at Thy feet,

Hearing Thy words of love.

Tender and sweet;

Food for the heart and mind,

Comfort and joy,

Strength for the path to find—

Blessed employ!

Just at Thy feet,

Lowly and true,

Be this ever my place

In all I do.

Here I can safely rest,

Tasting Thy grace,

Happy, contented, free,

Seeing Thy face.

Still at Thy feet,

When all’s complete,

As myriads around Thee

Worshipping meet;

Songs of eternal love

Swelling Thy praise,

Filling the courts above

Through endless days.

Airdrie