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Himne Indonesia
Matius 5:12
Pelengkap Kidung Jemaat
- Berbahagialah Orang Miskin [PKJ.215]
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Matius 5:3-12
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1. Berbahagialah orang yang miskin,
orang miskin didepan Allah,
sebab merekalah yang punya kerajaan sorga.
Berbahagialah orang yang sedih,
kar’na merekalah akan dihiburkan.
Berbahagialah orang yang lemah lembut,
kar’na bumi menjadi miliknya.
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2. Bersukacita dan gembiralah,
kar’na upahmu disorga besar!
Bersukacita dan gembiralah,
kar’na upahmu besar!
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3. Berbahagialah orang yang lapar,
dan yang haus akan kebenaran,
sebab mereka dipuaskan, akan dipuaskan.
Berbahagialah orang yang bermurah hati,
kar’na akan memperoleh kemurahan.
Berbahagialah orang berhati bersih,
kar’na Allah kelak dilihatnya.
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4. Bersukacita dan gembiralah,
kar’na upahmu disorga besar!
Bersukacita dan gembiralah,
kar’na upahmu besar!
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5. Berbahagialah orang yang benar
yang selalu menyebarkan damai,
sebab mereka ’kan disebut anak-anak Allah.
Berbahagialah yang dianiaya sebab keadilan serta kebenaran.
Berbahagialah yang didera, dicela,
difitnahkan segala yang jahat.
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6. Bersukacita dan gembiralah,
kar’na upahmu disorga besar!
Bersukacita dan gembiralah,
kar’na upahmu besar!
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Himne Inggris
Matius 22:37
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[Mat 22:37] Heart And Mind, Possessions, Lord
Heart and mind, possessions, Lord, I offer unto Thee; All these were Thine, Lord; Thou didst give them all to me. Wondrous are Thy doings unto me. Plans and my thoughts and everything I ever do Are dependent on Thy will and love alone. I commit my spirit unto Thee. Heart and mind, possessions, Lord, I offer unto Thee; Thou art the Way, the Truth; Thou art the Life. Sinful, I commit myself unto Thee. Jesus Christ is filling all the heart of me. He can give me victory o’er all that threatens me. Jesus Christ is filling all my heart. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Mat 22:37] O How Shall I Keep My Christmas?
“O how shall I keep my Christmas?” My heart whispered softly to me, For I had been reading the story Of the Lord’s nativity; And slowly and clearly before me The words like pictures rise, And the scenes appear in the beauty Of the starry Syrian skies. O cradled He was in a manger! For lowly and poor was He, Whose throne is the splendors of heaven Whose pow’r is infinity; And He bore His cross to save us, To save us from death and sin, And He trod all alone the winepress To make us pure and clean. In glory the hosts of the angels Came singing His song of praise, And filling the heav’ns with their music In those wonderful old days; Singing “Glory to God in the highest!” And “peace upon earth,” And the mighty chorus of voices Pealed forth “Good will to all.” “O how shall I keep my Christmas?” As they keep it in heaven above; O keep it with peace and thanksgiving, And kindliest deed of love; And share with the poor and needy The joys which the Lord gives thee; And thy heart shall keep with the angels The Lord’s nativity. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |