I hear the Saviour's voice, I strengthen deep in my soul.
Child of weakness, watch and pray, find in Thee Thine only throne.
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, thereby Thy grace to claim.
I will wash my garments white, in the blood of Calvary's Lamb.
Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
And when, before the throne, I stand in Him complete,
Jesus died my soul to save, my lips shall still repeat.
Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
He washed it white as snow.
