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I hear the Savior say,
"Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all."
"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.
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
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Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow'r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
Thy pow'r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
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For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim—
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.
Whereby Thy grace to claim—
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.
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And when, before the throne,
I stand in Him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save,"
My lips shall still repeat.
I stand in Him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save,"
My lips shall still repeat.
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Lusaka, Zambia
I love this song because it draws me closer to God. And I truly thank God for this song.
Dunlap, Illinois, United States
The "Additional lyrics" under "Comments" are so beautiful. When other peoples' comments are posted, the additional lyrics will be out of sight unless one deliberately scrolls down. Would you add them to the main lyrics so everyone can see them, please? I am so blessed by this website!
Chicago, Il, United States
Thank God in Christ for this site!!
Title: might also be filed under "Jesus Paid It All" please.
Additional lyrics:
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
Refrain:
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 Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
And now complete in Him,
My robe, His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
I am divinely blest.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.
When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
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.