Himne Indonesia

Keluaran 19:6

Mazmur 106:5

Himne Inggris

Keluaran 33:13

• [Kel 33:13] As Now Thy Children Lowly Kneel

  As now Thy children lowly kneel, And all for mercy pray, O Father, make us truly feel The solemn words we say. Teach us to hate the power of sin, Which parts our souls from Thee; Help us to make our life within What Thou wilt love to see. Teach us to trust the Lamb of God, Who takes our sins away; Help us to choose the path He trod, And so Thy will obey. Teach us to keep Thy holy laws Because we trust Thy love; Help us to rise, when Jesus draws To better joys above. O teach us more our sins to fear And more Thy Word to love: Help us on earth the cross to bear And win the crown above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 33:12

• [Mzm 33:12] Blest Is The Nation Where The Lord

  Blest is the nation where the Lord Hath fixed His gracious throne, Where He reveals His heav’nly Word And calls their tribes His own. His eye with infinite survey Does the whole behold; He formed us all of equal clay And knows our feeble mold. Kings are not rescued by the force Of armies from the grave; Nor speed nor courage of a horse Can the bold rider save. Vain is the strength of beasts or men, To hope for safety thence; But holy souls from God obtain A sure and strong defense. God is their fear, and God their trust; When plagues or famine spread, His watchful eye secures the just Among ten thousand dead. Lord, let our hearts in Thee rejoice, And bless us from Thy throne; For we have made Thy Word our choice, And trust Thy grace alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 33:12] O God, Hear Thou The Nation’s Prayer

  O God, hear Thou the nation’s prayer, We lift our cause to Thee; We wage the holy war of Christ; We fight to make men free. Give us to build our cities pure, Salvation throned above, To shelter lowly homes from ill, And teach our hearts to love. [originally, And tune our mills with love] Give us to guide the alien feet, To teach the brother’s way, To save our motherhood from need; To guard our children’s play. May visions call and faith enflame, And banish lust and greed; O God, make Thou our home to be [originally, Make Thou America to be] A land of soulful deed.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 33:12] O Happy Natio

  O happy nation, where the Lord Reveals the treasure of His Word, And builds His church, His earthly throne! His eye the heathen world surveys, He formed their hearts, He knows their ways; But God their Maker is unknown. Let kings rely upon their host, And of his strength the champion boast; In vain they boast, in vain rely; In vain we trust the brutal force, Or speed, or courage, of a horse, To guard his rider or to fly. The eye of Thy compassion, Lord, Doth more secure defense afford When death or dangers threatening stand; Thy watchful eye preserves the just, Who make Thy Name their fear and trust, When wars or famine waste the land. In sickness, or the bloody field, Thou our Physician, Thou our Shield, Send us salvation from Thy throne: We wait to see Thy goodness shine; Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 33:12] O Lord, Our God, Thy Mighty Hand

  O Lord, our God, Thy mighty hand Hath made our country free; From all her broad and happy land May worship rise to Thee. Fulfill the promise of her youth, Her liberty defend; By law and order, love and truth, America, America, befriend! The strength of every state increase In Union’s golden chain; Her thousand cities fill with peace, Her million fields with grain. The virtues of her mingled blood In one new people blend, By unity and brotherhood, America, America, befriend! O suffer not her feet to stray; But guide her untaught might, That she may walk in peaceful day, And lead the world in light. Bring down the proud, lift up the poor, Unequal ways amend. By justice, nationwide and sure, America, America, befriend! Through all the waiting land proclaim Thy gospel of goodwill; And may the joy of Jesus’ Name In every bosom thrill. O’er hill, and vale, from sea to sea, Thy holy reign extend; By faith and hope and charity, America, America, befriend!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 147:1

• [Mzm 147:1] O Could I Speak The Matchless Worth

  O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine! I’d sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous grace Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine. I’d sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt of sin, and wrath divine; I’d sing His glorious righteousness, in which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine. I’d sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, exalted on His throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known, make all His glories known. Soon, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, and I shall see His face; Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, a blessèd eternity I’ll spend, Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace. Oh could I speak the matchless worth, Oh could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine! I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] O Sing Ye Hallelujah

  O sing ye hallelujah! ’Tis good our God to praise. ’Tis pleasant and becoming to Him our songs to raise; He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted ones. The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name; His greatness and His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim; The meek He lifts to honor, He humbles sinful pride. Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and wide. The heav’ns with clouds He covers, He sends the cheering rain; The slopes of all the mountains He fills with grass and grain; To beast and bird His goodness their daily food supplies; He cares for all His creatures, attentive to their cries. No human power delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride; He loves the meek who fear Him and in His love confide; Then praise thy God, O Zion, His gracious aid confess; He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy children bless. He sends His swift commandment, and snow and ice enfold The world, and none are able to stand before His cold. Again He gives commandment: The winds of summer blow, The snow and ice are melted, again the waters flow. His statues and His judgments He makes His people know; To them as to no others His grace He loves to show; For matchless grace and mercy your grateful praises bring; To give Him thanks forever and hallelujah sing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, For It Is Good

  Praise ye the Lord, for it is good To sing unto our God; ’Tis right and pleasant for His saints To tell His praise abroad. The Lord our God builds up His Church, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and gently heals The broken-hearted ones. Our Lord is great, He calls by name And counts the stars of night; His wisdom is unsearchable, And wondrous is His might. The Lord upholds the poor and meek, He brings the wicked low; Sing praise to Him and give Him thanks And all His goodness show. No human might, no earthly pride Delights the Lord above; In them that fear Him He delights, In them that trust His love. O Zion, praise the Lord thy God, His wondrous love confess; He is thy glory and thy strength, He will thy children bless.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, ’tis Good To Raise

  Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in His praise; His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to His Name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great His might; And all His glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high, Who spreads His clouds all round the sky; There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature’s skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for Him. But saints are lovely in His sight, He views His children with delight; He sees their hope, He knows their fear, And looks, and loves His image there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] With Songs And Honors Sounding Loud

  With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends His showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven’s cry; But man, who tastes His finest wheat, Should raise His honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends His Word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey His mighty Word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] With Gladness We Worship

  With gladness we worship, rejoice as we sing, Free hearts and free voices, how blessèd to bring! The old thankful story shall seek Thine abode, Thou King of all glory, most bountiful God! Renewed by Thy Spirit, redeemed by Thy Son, Thy children would bless Thee for all Thou hast done: O Father, returning to love and to light, Our spirits are yearning to praise Thee aright. Thy right would we give Thee, true homage Thy due, And honor eternal, the universe through: With all Thy creation, earth, heaven and sea, In one acclamation we glorify Thee. We join with the angels, and so there is giv’n, From earth, Alleluia, in answer to Heav’n. Amen! Be Thou glorious below and above, Redeeming, victorious, and infinite Love!

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  source: Cyberhymnal