I heard the Saviour say,
“Thy strength indeed is small!
Child of weakness, come to Me!
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.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, 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:
My only boast, Thy blood,
Thy ever-precious name.

And when before the throne
I stand in Thee complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down.
All down at Jesu’s feet.