At His feet

At His Feet
Where all is still
And blood flows freely
By His will
We bring our burdens one by one
Until the last is overcome
Peace He grants
At each release
Love fulfills
Sufferings cease
We look about to find our foes
Disappeared beneath his toes
What becomes of all our pain?
Brought before His Holy Name
Tears that heal the deaf and lame
From Dying sinners, to humble saints.

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