40. King of my life, I crown Thee now, Thine shall
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.
Lest I forget Gethsemane; Lest I forget Thine agony;
Lest I forget Thy love for me, 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 whilst Thou slept.
3 Sunk in ruin, sin, and misery, Bound by satan’s captive chain,
Guided by his artful treachery, hurrying on to endless pain;
4 Let me like Mary through the gloom, Come with a gift to Thee;
Show to me now the empty tomb, lead me to Calvary.
5 May I be willing, Lord to bear, daily my cross for Thee;
Even Thy cup of grief to share; thou has borne all for me.