Doamne, ai plătit totu-n locul meu
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Isus îmi spune azi:
„Tu, fiule ești slab.
La Mine vino acum,
Eu te voi ajuta.”
Doamne, ai plătit totu-n locul meu,
Azi Te laud fericit, Isus ești Domnul meu.
Isuse, eu acum
Cunosc puterea Ta,
Ce inima pe veci
Mi-o poate transforma.
Nu-s vrednic să primesc
Nimic din tot ce-mi dai,
Dar harul mi-e-ndeajuns,
S-ajung la Tine-n rai.
La tronul Tău ceresc
Genunchii-mi voi pleca
Și-atunci voi preamări,
Isuse, mila Ta.
Fie lăudat, m-a răscumpărat și din mormânt m-a ridicat
Fie lăudat, m-a răscumpărat și din mormânt m-a ridicat
Fie lăudat, m-a răscumpărat și din mormânt m-a ridicat
Fie lăudat, m-a răscumpărat și din mormânt m-a ridicat
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Versiunea Originală

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and 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.

And now complete in Him,
My robe, His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
I am divinely blest.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the *leper’s spots [*leopard’s]
And melt the heart of stone.

When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

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

Povestea din Spate (EN)

Origin of the Hymn: "Jesus Paid it All"
"How long Pastor's prayer is this morning," thought Elvina Hall.

Sitting in the choir loft, Elvina's mind turned to our need for salvation and the price Jesus paid for it. Words began to form themselves. She had to get them down. But she had no paper. Well, that wasn't quite true...

Scribbling on the flyleaf of her hymnbook, she wrote:

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.

Not bad. Not bad at all. After service, she handed the words to her pastor. Did his face crease into a little smile at this evidence of her "naughty" behavior? We may never know.

But we do know that an extraordinary "coincidence" took place that day at the Monument Street Methodist Church of Baltimore. Organist John Grape had recently written a new tune and given it to the pastor. The pastor saw that the tune and the poem fit together extremely well. So he united them. In that way, one of the most beloved hymns of the church came into being.