Jesus, my king, with thorn-crowned brow,
O let Thy Spi­rit fill me now;
In faith I bow before Thy cross,
All earth­ly things I count but dross.

Yes, Lord, I hear Thy voice of love,
That draws my soul to Thee above;
For strength I ask, to fol­low Thee,
Where’er, by faith, Thy hand I see.

I give my­self, my time, my all;
In wor­ship at Thy feet I fall;
Then bid me rise to ser­vice new,
Whate’er there is for me to do.

I will obey Thy voice di­vine,
And calm­ly place my hand in Thine;
I’ll fol­low Thee with joy­ful heart,
Where’er I can Thy word im­part.

My bur­dens, Lord, I bring to Thee;
O change them into songs for me;
No oth­er place heart-strength af­fords,
My king of kings, and Lord of lords.