>From heav’n He came, helpless child.
Entered our world, His glory veiled;
Not to be served, but to serve,
And give His life that we might live.
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This is our God, the Servant King.
He calls us all to follow Him;
He gave his life, the perfect offering
Praise to our Lord, the Servant King.
There in the garden alone,
My heavy load He chose to bear.
His heart with sorrow was torn,
‘Yet not my will, but Yours,’ He said.
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Come see His hand 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 learn how to serve,
And in our lives enthrone Him;
Each other’s needs to prefer;
Jesus serves us and so we sing
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