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.
2 Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
3 For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim —
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.
4 When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then Jesus paid it all !
Shall rend the vaulted skies.
5 And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I'll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus' feet.