I hear the Saviour say,

"Thy strength indeed is small;

Child of weakness, watch and pray,

Find in Me thine all in all.”

Lord, now indeed I find

Thy pow’r, 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.

When from my dying bed

My ransomed soul shall rise,

Then “Jesus paid it all!"

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.