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.