The Servant King

From heav'n You came, helpless Babe,

Enter'd our world, Your glory veiled;

Not to be served, but to serve,

And give Your life that we might live.

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This is our God, the Servant King,

He calls us now to follow Him;

To bring our lives as a daily offering

of worship to the Servant King.

There in the garden of tears,
My heavy load He chose to bear;
His heart with sorrow was torn,
"Yet not My will, but Yours," He said.

Chorus

Come, see His hands and His feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice;
Hands that flung stars into space,
to cruel nails surrendered.

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So let us leam how to serve,
And in our lives enthrone Him;
Each other's needs to prefer,
For it is Christ we're serving.