Multitude of Flowers with Oh, the peace that fills my soul and Come near me, O my Saviour

Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleans’d from sin, made free and whole,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Christ is mine in storm and calm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Here I rest from toil and strife,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Come, ye guilty, and be healed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God’s love revealed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Chorus
This is my abiding place,
Saved by His amazing grace,
Looking upward to His face,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Priscilla J. Owens
Come near me, O my Saviour;
Thy tenderness reveal;
O, let me know the sympathy
Which Thou for me dost feel,
I need Thee ev’ry moment;
Thine absence brings dismay;
But when the tempter hurls his darts,
‘Twere death with Thee away.

Come near me, my Redeemer,
And never leave my side;
My bark, when toss’d on trouble’s sea,
The storm cannot outride,
Unless Thy word of power
Arrest the surging wave;
No voice but Thine its rage can quell,
No arm but Thine can save.

Come near me, blessed Jesus,
I need Thee in my joy,
No less than when the direst ills
My happiness destroy;
For when the sun shines o’er me
And flowers strew my way,
Without Thy wise and guiding hand
More easily I stray.

Be near me, mighty Saviour,
When comes the latest strife;
For Thou hast thro’ death’s shadows pass’d,
And ope’d the gates of life;
And when among the ransom’d
I stand with crown and palm,
To Thee, Divine, unfailing Friend,
I’ll raise eternal psalm.

Rev. G. G. Lloyd