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