AGH 120

Verse 1

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.

Chorus

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Come see his hands and his feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice,
Hands that flung stars into space
To cruel nails surrendered.

Verse 4

So let us learn how to serve
And in our lives enthrone him,
Each other's needs to prefer
For it is Christ we are serving.