1 

King of my life, I crown Thee now,

   Thine shall the glory be;

Lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow,

   Lead me to Calvary.

 2 

Show me the tomb where Thou wast laid,

   Tenderly mourned and wept;

Angels in robes of light arrayed

   Guarded Thee while Thou slept.

 3 

Let me like Mary, through the gloom,

   Come with a gift to Thee;

Show to me now the empty tomb,

   Lead me to Calvary.

 4 

May I be willing, Lord, to bear

   Daily my cross for Thee;

Even Thy cup of grief to share,

   Thou hast borne all for me.

 5 

Fill me, O Lord, with Thy desire

   For all that know not Thee;

Then touch my lips with holy fire,

   To speak of Calvary.