Jesus My Lord
I’d rather get down at the feet of my Lord,
And gather the crumbs as they fall,
Than sit as a guest at a sumptuous board,
Where Jesus has not had a call.
I’d rather my body a temple should be,
Where Jesus my Master would stay,
Than have all the wealth of the kingdoms,
Him driven forever away,
I’d rather have Him for companion and friend,
His Book for my counsel and guide,
Than walk in vain pleasure, and find at
No refuge in which I may hide,
I want to leave all in His hands ev’ry day,
To do as it seemeth Him best;
And self on the altar a sacrifice lay,
And on His sweet promises rest,
Jesus, my Lord! Jesus, my King!
Down at Thy feet I fall;
Jesus, my Savior, my Refuge, my Friend,
Jesus, my Lord, my All.
Amelia M. Starkweather
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