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.