I hear the Savior say,
“Your strength indeed is small,
child of weakness, watch and pray,
find in me your 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
your pow’r 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.
For nothing good have I,
whereby your grace to claim—
I’ll wash my garments white
in the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
Jesus paid it all,
all to him I owe;
sin had left a crimson stain,
he washed it white as snow.
And when, before the throne,
I stand in him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
my lips shall still repeat.
Jesus paid it all,
all to him I owe;
sin had left a crimson stain,
he washed it white as snow.