King of my life, I crown Thee now

King of my life, I crown Thee now,
  Thine shall the glory be;
Lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow,
  Lead me to Calvary.

Show me the tomb where Thou wast laid,
  Tenderly mourned and wept;
Angels in robes of light arrayed
  Guarded Thee while Thou slept.

Let me like Mary, through the gloom,
  Come with a gift to Thee;
Show to me now the empty tomb,
  Lead me to Calvary.

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.

Fill me, O Lord, with Thy desire
  For all that know not Thee;
Then touch my lips with holy fire,
  To speak of Calvary.