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1. 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.
   
2. 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.
   
3. Come, see His hands and His feet, The scars that speak of sacrifice;
   Hands that flung stars into space, to cruel nails surrendered.
   
4. 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.