I hear the Savior say, 'Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all.” [x2] Jesus He paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain [x2], He washed it white as snow, O praise the One who paid my debt, and raised this life up from the dead, 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 this heart of stone. When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise, 'Jesus died my soul to save,” Shall send the vaulted skies. And when before the throne I stand in Him complete, I'll lay my trophies down, All down at Jesus' feet. O praise the One who paid my debt, and raised this life up from the dead.