King of glory up high above
Take charge of this life I love
Mold it, shape it, even sand it down
So I may too qualify for a glorious crown
King of glory so loving and dear
Please take charge of all my fears
Remove them, break them, trample them too
So they have no say in what I do
King of glory, great and just
Take charge of all traces of lust
Help me learn to keep my self pure
And to not by others be easily lured
King of glory who was and is
Take charge of me and all these things
Keep me up to your glorious standard
Lest I become lost, torn and staggered
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