I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
For nothing good have I —
Whereby Thy 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 ’neath His side, I am divinely blest.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone, Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.
When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,” Shall rend the vaulted skies.
And when before the throne I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down All down at Jesus’ feet.
O praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead