1 From heaven you came, helpless babe, Entered our world, your glory there, Not to be served, but to serve, And give your life that we might live. 2 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. 3 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. 2 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. 4 Come, see his hands and his feet, the scars that speak of sacrifice, Hands that flung stars into space to cronels' surrenders. 2 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. 2 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. We bring our lives to you, a sacrifice for you, In view of love so true, we are changed with you. We bring our lives to you, a sacrifice for you, In view of love so true, we are changed with you. We bring our lives to you, a sacrifice for you, In view of love so true, we are changed with you. We bring our lives to you, a sacrifice for you, In view of love so true, we are changed with you. We bring our lives to you, a sacrifice for you, In view of love so true, we are changed with you. 2 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.