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| − | Not to be served, but to serve
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| − | And give your life, that we might live
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| − | This is our God, the servant king
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| − | He calls us now to follow him
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| − | To bring our lives as daily offering
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| − | There in the garden of tears
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| − | My heavy load, he chose to bear
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| − | His heart with sorrow was torn
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| − | Yet not my will but yours he said
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| − | This is our God, the servant king
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| − | Of worship to the servant king
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| − | Come see his hands and his feet
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| − | The scars that speak of sacrifice
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| − | Hands that flung stars into space
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| − | This is our God, the servant king
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| − | So let us learn how to serve
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| − | And in our lives enthrone him
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| − | Each others needs to prefer
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| − | For it is Christ we're serving
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| − | This is our God, the servant king
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| − | Of worship to the servant king
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| − | {{returnto}} [[Servant King (song)]]
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| − | [[Category:Christian music]]
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