The Servant King

From heaven 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, buy 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 now how to serve,
and in our lives enthrone Him
Each other’s needs to prefer,
for it is Christ we’re serving.