The Service of the King

I pledge my spirit loyal
To the service of the King;
The privilege is royal,
In the service of the King;
I pledge to Him forever
My loftiest endeavor,
And naught my soul shall sever
From the service of the King.

Refrain

In the service of the King
My sweetest songs I’ll sing,
While I with joy my pow’rs employ,
In the service of the King.

There is no joy so holy
As the service of the King;
There’s room for e’en the lowly
In the service of the King;
If all the world but knew Him,
How all would hasten to Him,
And highest honor do Him,
In the service of the King.

Refrain

In yonder realms immortal
There is service for the King;
We pass the shining portal
To the service of the King;
Amid the glories o’er Him,
Where angel hosts adore Him,
I, too, shall stand before him,
In the service of the King.

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