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THE SERVANT KING

From heav'n You came helpless babe
Entered our world, 
Your glory veiled
Not to be served but to serve
And give Your life 
that we might live

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


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 learn 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