
Lord, now indeed I find Thy pow'r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots and melt the heart of stone.
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin has left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
For nothing good have I whereby Thy grace to claim.
I'll wash my garment white in the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin has 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 has left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.
Elvina M. Hall
John T. Grape