King of my life I Crown theee now,
Thine shall the gloy 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.

Show me the tomb where Thou wast laid,
Tenderly mourned and wept,
Angels in robes of light arrayed
Guarded Thee whilst Thou slept.
Lest I forget Gethsemane;
Lest I forget thine agony,
Lest I forget thy love for me,
Lead me to Calvary.

Let me, like Mary, through the gloom,
Come with a gift to Thee,
Snow to me now the empty tomb
Lead me to Calvary.
Lest I forget Gethsemane.

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.
Lest I forget Gethsemane;
Lest I forget thine agony,
Lest I forget thy love for me,
Lead me to Calvary.