“Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
Whereby Thy grace to claim—
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat.