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Kisah Para Rasul 1:4

Kisah Para Rasul 1:25

Kisah Para Rasul 2:24

Kisah Para Rasul 2:36

Kisah Para Rasul 7:3

Kisah Para Rasul 11:23

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Kisah Para Rasul 2:36

• [Kis 2:36] I Love To Think That Jesus Saw

  I love to think that Jesus saw The same bright sun that shines today; It gave Him light to do His work, And smiled upon His play. The same white moon with silver face That sails across the sky at night, He used to see in Galilee, And watch it with delight. The same great God that hears my prayers Heard His, when Jesus knelt to pray; He is my Father, who will keep His child through every day.
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• [Kis 2:36] We Worship Thee, O Crucified

  We worship Thee, O Crucified! What glories didst Thou lay aside; What depth of human grief and sin Didst Thou consent to languish in, That through atoning blood outpoured Our broken peace might be restored! We mourn that e’er our hearts should be One with a world that loves not Thee; That with the crowd we passed Thee by, And saw, but did not feel, Thee die. Not till we knew our guilt and shame Did we esteem our Savior’s Name. Though with our shame we shunned the light, Thou didst not leave us in the night; We were not left in sin to stray Unsought, unloved, from Thee away; For from Thy cross irradiates A power that saves and recreates. O loved above all earthly love, To Thee our hearts adoring move; Thy boundless mercies yearn to save And in Thy blood sin’s wounds to lave. O speed the day when men shall see That human hopes are all in Thee.

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Kisah Para Rasul 4:36

• [Kis 4:36] Son Of Consolation, The

  The Son of Consolation! Of Levi’s priestly line, Filled with the Holy Spirit, And fervent faith divine, With lowly self-oblation, For Christ an offering meet, He laid his earthly riches At the apostles’ feet. The Son of Consolation! O name of soothing balm! It fell on sick and weary Like breath of Heaven’s own calm! And the blest Son of Comfort With fearless loving hand The Gentiles’ great apostle Led to the faithful band. The Son of Consolation! Drawn near unto his Lord, He won the martyr’s glory, And passed to his reward; With him is faith now ended, For ever lost in sight, But love, made perfect, fills him With praise, and joy, and light. The Son of Consolation! Lord, hear our humble prayer, That each of us Thy children This blessèd name may bear; That we, sweet comfort shedding O’er homes of pain and woe, ’Midst sickness and in prisons, May seek Thee here below. The Sons of Consolation! O what their bliss shall be When Christ the King shall tell them, “Ye did it unto Me!” The merciful and loving The Lord of life shall own, And as His priceless jewels, Shall set them round His throne.

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Kisah Para Rasul 11:23

• [Kis 11:23] I Would Be True

  I would be true, for there are those who trust me; I would be pure, for there are those who care; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer; I would be brave, for there is much to dare; I would be brave, for there is much to dare. I would be friend of all—the foe, the friendless; I would be giving, and forget the gift; I would be humble, for I know my weakness; I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift. I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift. I would be faithful through each passing moment; I would be constantly in touch with God; I would be strong to follow where He leads me; I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod; I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod. Who is so low that I am not his brother? Who is so high that I’ve no path to him? Who is so poor, that I may not feel his hunger? Who is so rich I may not pity him? Who is so rich I may not pity him? Who is so hurt I may not know his heartache? Who sings for joy my heart may never share? Who in God’s heaven has passed beyond my vision? Who to Hell’s depths where I may never fare? Who to Hell’s depths where I may never fare? May none, then, call on me for understanding, May none, then, turn to me for help in pain, And drain alone his bitter cup of sorrow, Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain. Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain.

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