A twist on an oldie

Music speaks to me. It can touch places in my soul that just about nothing else can. Yesterday we sang a song after a powerful sermon that did just that. It's a twist on a very familiar hymn, and I thought I would share the words (I especially love the refrain repeated at the end):

I hear the Savior say
"Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all."

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 pow'r, and Thine alone,
Can change a leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone.

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.

O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.
O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.

O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.
O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead.