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 pow'r 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.