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Himne Indonesia
Yohanes 16:25
Kidung Jemaat
- BagiMu Tuhan, Nyanyianku [KJ.8]
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1. BagiMu, Tuhan, nyanyianku, kar'na setaraMu siapakah ? Hendak kupuji Kau selalu; padaku Roh Kudus berikanlah, Supaya dalam Kristus, PutraMu, kidungku berkenan kepadaMu.
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Mzm 89:7 Yes 40:25 Ef 5:18-20
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2. O tuntun aku ke PutraMu, agar padaMu 'ku dituntunNya: dan RohMu diam dalam rohku, membuat mata hatiku cerah, sehingga kurasakan damaiMu dan kuungkapkan dalam kidungku.
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Ef 1:17-18
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3. Beri berkatMu, Maha Tuhan, gar benar kudus puianku, dan doa juga kulagukan di dalam Roh dan kebenaranMu, jiwaku pun padaMu bersyukur, bersama bala sorga bermazmur.
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Yoh 4:23 Mzm 103:20-22
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4. Doaku yang tak terucapkan, Roh kudusMu yang mengungkapkannya Dan bahwa aku anak Allah, Roh kudus juga mengatakannya, sehingga dalam Kristus, PutraMu, 'ku berseru, "Ya Abba, Bapaku!"
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Rm 8:26 Rm 8:14-16 Gal 4:6
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5. Padaku RohMu mengajarkan berdoa yang sesuai maksudMu; ya Bapa, pasti Kaudengarkan doaku dalam nama PutraMu: di dalam Dia kuterimalah karunia demi karunia.
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Rm 8:26-27 Yoh 16:23-27 Yoh 1:16
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6. Betapa aku bahagia dan sukacita hatiku penuh: 'ku yakin, Kau memperhatikan semua yang kumohon padaMu. Berkelimpahan pemberianMu, Jauh melebihi perkiraanku.
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Ef 3:20
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7. Di dalam Kristus 'ku terjamin: Ia sendiri Perantaraku; di dalam Dia "ya" dan "amin" yang dalam Roh kuminta padaMu. Kupuji Dikau kini dan kekal kar'na bahagia itu kukenal.
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1 Yoh 2:1 2 Kor 1:20
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Himne Inggris
Yohanes 19:28
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[Yoh 19:28] His Are The Thousand Sparkling Rills
His are the thousand sparkling rills That from a thousand fountains burst, And fill with music all the hills; And yet He saith, “I thirst.” All fiery pangs on battlefields; On fever beds where sick men toss, And in that human cry He yields To anguish on the cross. But more than pains that racked Him then, Was the deep longing thirst divine That thirsted for the souls of men: Dear Lord! and one was mine. O Love most patient, give me grace; Make all my soul athirst for Thee; That parched dry lip, that fading face, That thirst, were all for me. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Yoh 19:28] O Perfect God, Thy Love
O perfect God, Thy love As perfect Man did share Here upon earth each form of ill Thy fellow men must bear. Now from the tree of scorn We hear Thy voice again; Thou Who didst take our mortal flesh Hast felt our mortal pain. Thy body suffers thirst, Parched are Thy lips and dry: How poor the offering man can bring Thy thirst to satisfy! O Savior, by Thy thirst Borne on the cross of shame, Grant us in all our sufferings leave To glorify Thy Name. That through each pain and grief Our souls may onward move To gain more likeness to Thy life, More knowledge of Thy love. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |