This is written in Iambic pentameter. Glory to THE KING!
Had I but one life; that I'd give to Him
Whose majesty is sung throughout the earth!
I long to a beauteous glass for Him,
But stumble on the fingertips of sin.
Mine eyes I fix upon his holy face
And yearn to be a vessel of his grace.
O, Father, hear my voice, and help me stand
Against the forces of the enemy's power.
I praise thy name with an unworthy tongue,
Drowned in the wondrous beauty of your blood.