Mat 25:41 (Himne) - Tampilan Daftar Ayat

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Janganlah Kumpulkan Harta [PKJ.271] Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

	Matius 6:19-22; 25-26; 2Korintus 8:15
1. Janganlah kumpulkan harta dunia fana. Ngengat merusak, pencuri membongkarnya. Harta sorga kumpulkanlah kar’na tak semu: dimana hartamu disitulah hatimu.
2. Banyak yang kuatir akan masa depan dan berlebihan kumpulkan harta benda. Akhirnya bergantung pada kekayaannya, tak lagi pada Yesus harapannya tetap.
3. Yang kumpulkan banyak takkan kelebihan dan yang sedikit pun takkan kekurangan. Burung yang dilangit, bunga bakung dilembah tetap dipelihara Tuhan selamanya.
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[Mat 25:41] And Will The Judge Descend? Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

And will the Judge descend,
And must the dead arise
And not a single soul escape
His all discerning eyes?

And from His righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound
And through the numerous guilty throng
Spread black despair around:

“Depart from Me, accursed,
To everlasting flame,
For rebel angels first prepared,
Where mercy never came”?

How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day
When earth and Heav’n before His face
Astonished shrink away?

But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark from the Gospel’s cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread:

Ye sinners, seek His grace
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of His cross
And find salvation there.

So shall that curse remove,
By which the Savior bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Mat 25:41] That Awful Day Will Surely Come Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

That awful day will surely come,
Th’appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart!
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound, “Depart!”

The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment my ear,
’Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

What! to be banished from my Life,
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
Yet death forever fly!

O, wretched state of deep despair!
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love.

Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon Thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from Thee
My spirit cannot rest.

O, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book
Where my salvation stands!

Give me one kind assuring word
To sink my fears again,
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Mat 25:41] Woe To The Men On Earth Who Dwell Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

Woe to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread the Almighty’s frown,
When God doth all His wrath reveal,
And shower His judgments down!

Sinners, expect those heaviest showers,
To meet your God prepare;
For, lo! the seventh angel pours
His phial in the air.

Lo! from their seats the mountains leap,
The mountains are not found;
Transported far into the deep,
And in the ocean drowned.

Who then shall live, and face the throne,
And face the Judge severe?
When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I appear?

Now, only now, against that hour
We may a place provide;
Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell, our spirits hide:

Firm in the all destroying shock,
May view the final scene;
For, lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in.

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source: Cyberhymnal