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.