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 Calvary’s Lamb.
And when, before the throne, I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,” my lips shall still repeat.