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Wahyu 3:3

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Wahyu 14:13

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Wahyu 3:8

• [Why 3:8] Today Thy Mercy Calls Me

  Today Thy mercy calls me to wash away my sin; However great my trespass, whate’er I may have been; However long from mercy I may have turned away, Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me, and make me white today. Today Thy gate is open, and all who enter in Shall find a Father’s welcome, and pardon for their sin; The past shall be forgotten, a present joy be given; A future grace be promised, a glorious crown in Heav’n. Today the Father calls me, the Holy Spirit waits, The blessèd angels gather around the heav’nly gates; No question will be asked me, how often I have come; Although I oft have wandered, it is my Father’s home. O all embracing mercy, thou ever open door, What shall I do without thee when heart and eyes run o’er? When all things seem against me, to drive me to despair, I know one gate is open, one ear will hear my prayer.

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Wahyu 14:13

• [Why 14:13] For All The Saints

  For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed. Alleluia, Alleluia! Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might; Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Alleluia, Alleluia! For the Apostles’ glorious company, Who bearing forth the Cross o’er land and sea, Shook all the mighty world, we sing to Thee: Alleluia, Alleluia! For the Evangelists, by whose blest word, Like fourfold streams, the garden of the Lord, Is fair and fruitful, be Thy Name adored. Alleluia, Alleluia! For Martyrs, who with rapture kindled eye, Saw the bright crown descending from the sky, And seeing, grasped it, Thee we glorify. Alleluia, Alleluia! O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; All are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia, Alleluia! O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win with them the victor’s crown of gold. Alleluia, Alleluia! And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph song, And hearts are brave, again, and arms are strong. Alleluia, Alleluia! The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest; Sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed. Alleluia, Alleluia! But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on His way. Alleluia, Alleluia! From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, And singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost: Alleluia, Alleluia!

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• [Why 14:13] Hear What The Voice From Heav’n Proclaims

  Hear what the voice from Heav’n proclaims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. They died in Jesus, and are blest; How kind their slumbers are! From sufferings and from sins released, And freed from every snare. Far from this world of toil and strife, They’re present with the Lord; The labors of their mortal life End in a large reward.
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• [Why 14:13] How Blest The Righteous When He Dies!

  How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th’expiring breast! So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks a gale when storms are o’er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys. Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright th’unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While Heav’n and earth combine to say, “How blest the righteous when he dies!”

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• [Why 14:13] Hush! Blessed Are The Dead

  Hush! blessèd are the dead In Jesus’ arms who rest, And lean their weary head Forever on His breast. O beatific sight! No darkling veil between, They see the Light of Light, Whom here they loved unseen. Them the Good Shepherd leads, Where storms are never rife, In tranquil dewy meads Beside the Fount of Life. O tender hearts and true, Our long last vigil kept, We weep and mourn for you; Nor blame us: Jesus wept. But soon at break of day His calm almighty voice, Stronger than death, shall say, Awake! Arise! Rejoice!

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• [Why 14:13] Oh, How Blest Are Ye Whose Toils Are Ended

  Oh, how blest are ye whose toils are ended! Who, through death, have unto God ascended! Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still in prison. We are still as in a dungeon living, Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving; Our undertakings Are but toils, and troubles, and heart-breakings. Ye meanwhile, are in your chambers sleeping, Quiet, and set free from all our weeping; No cross nor trial Hinders your enjoyments with denial. Christ has wiped away your tears for ever; Ye have that for which we still endeavor. To you are chanted Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted. Ah! who would not, then, depart with gladness, To inherit Heaven for earthly sadness? Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish? Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us! Lead us forth, and cast this world behind us! With Thee, the Anointed, Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed.

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• [Why 14:13] We’ll Follow On

  O happy ones, that sweetly sing, In yonder world so fair; Your footprints on the sands of time, Were left to guide us there. Refrain We’ll follow on, still looking up, Beyond the ether blue, Where, by and by, thro’ grace divine, We’ll meet and sing with you. We’ll sing of Him, our blessèd Lord, Who laid His glory down; Who bore our sins upon the cross, That we might wear a crown. Refrain We follow on with trusting hearts, For o’er life’s troubled way, The same protecting hand is ours, That led you, day by day. Refrain

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Wahyu 19:10

• [Why 19:10] Life And Strength Of All Thy Servants

  Life and strength of all Thy servants, Brightness of the Father’s light; Men with angels, earth with Heaven, In Thy praise their songs unite. Thousand thousand warrior princes In Thine angel army stand; Flames the victor Cross before them, Grasped in Michael’s dauntless hand. Hurling back from Heav’n the rebels With the lifting of his sword, In the might of God he tramples On the dragon’s head abhorred. Lord of angels, Christ, we pray Thee, Bid them aid us in our strife, Chase afar the hosts of evil, Till we reach the land of life. God the Father, God immortal, God the Son, for us Who died, God the Comforter, the Spirit, Evermore be glorified!

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  source: Cyberhymnal