I hear the Savior say, “Thy strength indeed is small, Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find Thy power, and Thine alone, Can change the leper’s spots, And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I Whereby Thy grace to claim— I’ll wash my garments white In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And when, before the throne, I stand in Him complete, “Jesus died my soul to save, My lips shall still repeat.