|163 - Low down at His feet|
Oh, when we remember the goodness
And infinite pity of God,
Who tenderly bore with our hardness,
When over His mercies we trod.
'Tis low ('tis low), 'tis low ('tis low),|
Low down at His feet we bow (we bow);
'Tis low ('tis low), 'tis low ('tis low),
'Tis low at His feet we bow.
'Tis meet that a creature dependent|
For even this breath that we draw,
Should feel very grateful, and humbly
Serve God in His beautiful law.
And when we behold the compassion|
That flowed from the side of the Just;
Such love to the poor, guilty sinner
Compels us to fall in the dust.
Come, sinner, and ponder a moment,|
The pains of the Crucified One;
Was not this to save thee from torment?
Then yield at the feet of the Son.