When to Jesus the King, in repentance I came

And knelt at His throne pleading grace in His name,

What a wonderful smile on His face I could see,

In forgiveness He held out the sceptre to me.

What a sinner was I, and how far I had stray’d,

For folly and sin, what a price I had paid;

I was hopeless indeed, as I stood all alone,

Till I heard His sweet call and approach'd His white throne.

If to Jesus the King you will now yield your heart,

He’ll make it His home, and will never depart;

Just repent and confess, then what joy it will be

Just to have Jesus hold out His sceptre to Thee.