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