I hear the Saviour say, ‘your strength indeed is small child of weakness watch and pray, find in me your all in all.’ For nothing good have I whereby your grace to claim, I’ll wash my garments white in the blood of Calvary’s Lamb. Jesus paid it all, all to him I owe, sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. And now complete in Him my robe His righteousness, close sheltered by His side, I am divinely blessed. Lord, now indeed I find Your power and yours alone, can change the leper’s spots and melt the heart of stone. Jesus paid it all, all to him I owe, sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. When from my dying bed my ransomed soul shall rise, “Jesus died my soul to save,” shall tear the hardened skies. And when before the throne I stand in Him complete, I’ll lay my trophies down all down at Jesus’ feet. Jesus paid it all, all to him I owe, sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.