Jesus Paid It All
Backgrounder: What do you do
when pastor rambles on too long?
Elvina Hall wrote a hymn (1865).
Seated in the choir loft at the
Monument Street Meth Church of
Baltimore, she wrote the stanzas
on the flyleaf of the hymnal.
The composer of the well-known
tune was John Crape,the organist
and choir director of the church.
He had called the tune “All to
Christ I Owe”. His wife like it but
no one seemed to. It was the
pastor George Schrick who put
the words and tune together,
and she added the chorus
to fit with his tune title.
Lord, U Paid It All & we Adore You:
Come now, and let us reason
together, says the Lord,
Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
they shall be as wool.
If you are willing and obedient,
u shall eat the good of the land;
But if you refuse and rebel,
you shall be devoured by
the sword; For the mouth of the
Lord has spoken (Isaiah 1:18-20).
Lord, we’re grateful for your Grace.
Nothing stains quite as sin, for
it not only leaves a stain in our
heart but a residue in our minds.
But Your grace is shown in that
you don’t just forgive our sins,
You banish them; the stain is
removed & the guilt taken away.
We are clean by your grace.
O what joy your grace give us
merciful God! We can never really
thank you and praise you enough.
Lord, Thank you that you do not
see my sins, rather you see me
righteous because of the work of
your precious son, Jesus Christ.
Help me bring the prayers out of
your word, reason with You and
really appreciate yr love & mercy.
Thank U for yr loving kindness &
I want to eat the good of the land.
Help us follow the Holy Spirit
so that we’ll remain obedient.
And help us have deep gratitude
to You for Jesus Paid It All. Amen.
I hear the Savior say:
Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch & pray,
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.
For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.
And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet.