Himne Indonesia

Kisah Para Rasul 6:8--7:16

Himne Inggris

2 Tawarikh 29:1--31:1

• [2Taw 29:30] With Happy Voices Ringing

  With happy voices ringing, Thy children, Lord, appear; Their joyous praises bringing in anthems sweet and clear. For skies of golden splendor, for azure rolling sea, For blossoms sweet and tender, O Lord, we worship Thee. What though no eye beholds Thee, no hand Thy hand may feel, Thy universe unfolds Thee, Thy starry heav’ns reveal; The earth and all its glory, our homes and all we love, Tell forth the wondrous story of One Who reigns above. And shall we not adore Thee, with more than joyous song, And live in truth before Thee, all beautiful and strong? Lord, bless our souls’ endeavor Thy servants true to be, And through all life, forever, to live our praise to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [2Taw 30:8] Little Brown Church In The Vale

  There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood, No lovelier spot in the dale; No place is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. Refrain Come to the church in the wildwood, Oh, come to the church in the dale, No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. How sweet on a clear, Sabbath morning, To list to the clear ringing bell; Its tones so sweetly are calling, Oh, come to the church in the vale. Refrain There, close by the church in the valley, Lies one that I loved so well; She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ’neath the willow, Disturb not her rest in the vale. Refrain There, close by the side of that loved one, To trees where the wild flowers bloom, When the farewell hymn shall be chanted I shall rest by her side in the tomb. Refrain From the church in the valley by the wildwood, When day fades away into night, I would fain from this spot of my childhood Wing my way to the mansions of light. Refrain

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• [2Taw 30:9] Thou Gracious Power

  Thou gracious Power, whose mercy lends The light of home, the smile of friends, Our families in Thine arms enfold As in the peaceful days of old. Wilt Thou not hear us while we raise, In sweet accord of solemn praise, The voices that have mingled long In joyous flow of mirth and song? For all the blessings life has brought, For all its sorrowing hours have taught, For all we mourn, for all we keep, The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep. The noontide sunshine of the past, These brief, bright moments fading fast, The stars that gild our darkening years, The twilight ray from holier spheres. We thank Thee, Father; let Thy grace Our narrowing circle still embrace, Thy mercy shed its heavenly store, Thy peace be with us evermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal