1 Jesus, my King, with thorn-crowned brow,
Oh! let Thy Spirit fill me now;
In faith, I bow before Thy cross,
All earthly things I count but dross.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 My burdens, Lord, I bring to Thee;
Oh, change them into songs for me;
No other place heart-strength affords,
My King of kings, and Lord of lords.
|First Line:||Jesus, my King, with thorn-crown'd brow|
|Author:||C. E. Eberman|