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.

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’re serving.