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.
There in the garden of tears,
my heavy load He chose to bear;
To bring our lives as a daily offering, of worship to, the Servant King.
His heart with sorrow was torn, "Yet not my will, but Yours", He
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.
© 1993 Kingsway’s Thankyou Music