Himne Indonesia

Markus 4:26-29

Yesaya 28:23-26

Yohanes 4:35-38

Kolose 3:6-9

Himne Inggris

Markus 4:14

• [Mrk 4:14] Ye Sons Of Earth Prepare The Plough

  Ye sons of earth prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground! The Sower is gone forth to sow, And scatter blessings round. The seed that finds a stony soil Shoots forth a hasty blade; But ill repays the sower’s toil, Soon withered, scorched, and dead. The thorny ground is sure to balk All hopes of harvest there; We find a tall and sickly stalk, But not the fruitful ear. The beaten path and highway side Receive the trust in vain; The watchful birds the spoil divide, And pick up all the grain. But where the Lord of grace and power Has blessed the happy field, How plenteous is the golden store The deep wrought furrows yield! Father of mercies, we have need Of Thy preparing grace; Let the same hand that gives me seed Provide a fruitful place!

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Matius 13:3

• [Mat 13:3] Behold A Sower! From Afar

  Behold a Sower! from afar He goeth forth with might; The rolling years His furrows are, His seed, the growing light; For all the just His Word is sown, It springeth up alway; The tender blade is hope’s young dawn, The harvest, love’s new day. O Lord of life, to Thee we lift Our hearts in praise for those, Thy prophets, who have shown Thy gift Of grace that ever grows, Of truth that spreads from shore to shore, Of wisdom’s widening ray, Of light that shineth more and more Unto Thy perfect day. Shine forth, O Light, that we may see, With hearts all unafraid, The meaning and the mystery Of things that Thou hast made; Shine forth, and let the darkling past Beneath Thy beam grow bright; Shine forth, and touch the future vast With Thine untroubled light. Light up Thy Word; the fettered page From killing bondage free; Light up our way; lead forth this age In love’s large liberty. O Light of light! within us dwell, Through us Thy radiance pour, That word and life Thy truths may tell, And praise Thee evermore.

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• [Mat 13:3] Scattering Precious Seed

  Scattering precious seed by the wayside, Scattering precious seed by the hillside; Scattering precious seed o’er the field, wide, Scattering precious seed by the way. Refrain Sowing in the morning, Sowing at the noontide; Sowing in the evening, Sowing the precious seed by the way. Scattering precious seed for the growing, Scattering precious seed, freely sowing, Scattering precious seed, trusting, knowing, Surely the Lord will send it the rain. Refrain Scattering precious seed, doubting never, Scattering precious seed, trusting ever; Sowing the word with prayer and endeavor, Trusting the Lord for growth and for yield. Refrain

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• [Mat 13:3] Sower Went Forth Sowing, The

  The sower went forth sowing, The seed in secret slept Through weeks of faith and patience, Till out the green blade crept; And warmed by golden sunshine, And fed by silver rain, At last the fields were whitened To harvest once again. O praise the heavenly Sower, Who gave the fruitful seed, And watched and watered duly, And ripened for our need. Behold! the heavenly Sower Goes forth with better seed, The Word of sure salvation, With feet and hands that bleed; Here in His Church ’tis scattered, Our spirits are the soil; Then let an ample fruitage Repay His pain and toil. Oh, beauteous is the harvest, Wherein all goodness thrives, And this the true thanksgiving, The first fruits of our lives. Within a hallowed acre He sows yet other grain, When peaceful earth receiveth The dead He died to gain; For though the growth be hidden, We know that they shall rise; Yea even now they ripen In sunny Paradise. O summer land of harvest, O fields forever white With souls that wear Christ’s raiment, With crowns of golden light. One day the heavenly Sower Shall reap where He hath sown, And come again rejoicing, And with Him bring His own; And then the fan of judgment Shall winnow from His floor The chaff into the furnace That flameth evermore. O holy, awful Reaper, Have mercy in the day, Thou puttest in the sickle, And cast us not away.

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Lukas 8:5-8

• [Luk 8:8] Almighty Father, Bless The Word

  Almighty Father, bless the Word, Which through Thy grace we now have heard. O may the precious seed take root, Spring up, and bear abundant fruit. We praise Thee for the means of grace, As in our lives Thy love we trace. Grant, Lord, that we who worship here May all, at last, in Heaven appear.
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• [Luk 8:8] Lord, If At Thy Command

  Lord, if at Thy command The word of life we sow, Watered by Thy almighty hand, The seed shall surely grow. The virtue of Thy grace A large increase shall give, And multiply the faithful race Who to Thy glory live. Now then the ceaseless shower Of Gospel blessings send, And let the soul converting power Thy ministers attend. On multitudes confer The heart renewing love, And by the joy of grace prepare For fuller joys above.

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Yohanes 4:35-38

• [Yoh 4:35] Harvest Bells

  O Christian! do not falter, The harvest field is white, And many souls are sinking Into eternal night. Refrain The harvest bells are ringing, We hear them night and day; The harvest bells are pealing, Go work, and watch, and pray; The harvest bells are pealing, Go work, watch, pray. O reapers! quickly gather The precious golden sheaves, That day and night are falling Like autumn’s withered leaves. Refrain So few we find the lab’rers, The harvest, oh, how great! Then slumber not, dear Christian, For soon ’twill be too late. Refrain

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• [Yoh 4:35] Harvest Time

  The harvest fields are bending With precious ripened grain; More reapers now are needed, Ere Christ comes back again. Refrain Harvest time! Harvest time! Precious Gospel seed is sown. Reapers go! Reapers go! Jesus, King, must have His own, His loved ones; Soon He’ll come! Soon He’ll come! Come and catch away His Bride, His own! His own! His own! The call must now be heeded, We cannot say Him nay; Since He has died to save them, We must go forth today. Refrain We’ll come again rejoicing, A reaper’s crown to gain; The Harvest Home is coming, When Christ comes back again. Refrain

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• [Yoh 4:35] Reapers Are Needed

  Hark to the music resounding, Reapers are needed today; Fields are all white, to the harvest Let us be up and away! Ever the Master is calling, Hasten! the shadows are falling; On to the harvest field, Gather the golden yield, Precious sheaves. Refrain Hark! hark! comes the song, On! on! join the throng; Forth with joyful, loving heart, Bravely do your part; Hark! hark! rings the call; Haste! haste! one and all; On where the harvest stands, Waiting for willing hands Souls to win. Forward with hearts full of gladness, Reapers, I pray you, make haste; Grain there is ready and waiting, If not soon gathered, will waste; Then let us hear you replying, Labor with courage undying, Send up a word of cheer, Tell of the rest so near, Rest at home. Refrain Hark to the song they are singing! See, they have treasures so rare; Soon will the harvest be ended, Haste, then, their trophies to share. Let no one be idly dreaming, Look! look! the harvest is gleaming, Join ye the reaping band, Lend them a helping hand, Ere the night. Refrain

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• [Yoh 4:37] Songs Of The Reaper

  The seed I have scattered in springtime with weeping, And watered with tears and with dews from on high; Another may shout when the harvester’s reaping, Shall gather my grain in the “sweet by and by.” Refrain Over and over, yes, deeper and deeper My heart is pierced through with life’s sorrowing cry, But the tears of the sower and songs of the reaper Shall mingle together in joy by and by. By and by, by and by, By and by, by and by, Yes, the tears of the sower and songs of the reaper Shall mingle together in joy by and by. Another may reap what in springtime I’ve planted, Another rejoice in the fruit of my pain, Not knowing my tears when in summer I fainted While toiling sad-hearted in the sunshine and rain. Refrain The thorns will have choked and the summers suns blasted The most of the seed which in springtime I’ve sown; But the Lord Who has watched while my weary toil lasted Will give me a harvest for what I have done. Refrain

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