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Wahyu 4:11

Yohanes 1:3

Mazmur 90:2

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Wahyu 4:11

• [Why 4:11] Holy Savior, We Adore Thee

  Holy Savior! we adore Thee, Seated on the throne of God, While the heavenly hosts before Thee Gladly sing Thy praise aloud. “Thou art worthy! We are ransomed by Thy blood.” Savior! though the world despised Thee, Though Thou here wast crucified, Yet the Father’s glory raised Thee, Lord of all creation wide; “Thou art worthy! We shall live, for Thou hast died.” Haste the day of thy returning With Thy ransomed church to reign; Then shall end our days of mourning, We shall sing with rapture then, “Thou art worthy! Come, Lord Jesus, come, Amen.”

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• [Why 4:11] O God, Creation’s Secret Force

  O God, creation’s secret force, Thyself unmoved, all motion’s source, Who from the morn till evening ray Through all its changes guid’st the day: Grant us, when this short life is past, The glorious evening that shall last; That, by a holy death attained, Eternal glory may be gained. O Father, that we ask be done, Through Jesus Christ, Thine only Son; Who, with the Holy Ghost and Thee, Doth live and reign eternally.

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Yohanes 1:3

• [Yoh 1:3] All That’s Good, And Great, And True

  All that’s good, and great, and true, All that is and is to be, Be it old or be it new, Comes, O Father, comes from Thee. Mercies dawn with every day, Newer, brighter than before; And the sun’s declining ray Layeth others up in store. Not a bird that doth not sing Sweetest praises to Thy Name; Not an insect on the wing But Thy wonders doth proclaim. Every blade and every tree All in happy concert ring, And in wondrous harmony Join in praises to their King. Fill us, then, with love divine; Grant that we, though toiling here, May in spirit, being Thine, See and hear Thee everywhere. May we all, with songs of praise, Whilst on earth Thy Name adore, Till with angel choirs we raise Songs of praise forevermore.

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• [Yoh 1:3] God Of Creation, All-powerful

  God of creation, all-pow’rful, all-wise, Lord of the universe, rich with surprise, Maker, Sustainer, and Ruler of all, We are your children—you hear when we call. God of the ages, through time’s troubled years, You are the one in whom hist’ry coheres; Nations and empires your purpose fulfill, Moving in freedom, yet working your will. God of redemption, who wrought our rebirth, Called out your church from the ends of the earth, Still you are Savior, put darkness to flight; Overcome sin by salvation’s pure light. God of your people, your Word still stands fast; Do for us now as you’ve done in the past! Yours is the kingdom, your triumph we claim, Challenging evil in Jesus’ strong name. God of our now, all our trust is in you, Covenant God, ever faithful and true; Sov’reign Creator, Redeemer, and Lord, Now and forever your name be adored!

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• [Yoh 1:3] Jesus Is God!

  Jesus is God! The solid earth, The ocean broad and bright, The countless stars like golden dust, That strew the sky at night, The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire, The pleasant wholesome air, The summer’s sun, the winter’s frost, His own creation were. Jesus is God! The glorious bands Of golden angels sing Songs of adoring praise to Him, Their Maker and their King. He was true God in Bethlehem’s crib, On Calvary’s cross true God, He Who in Heav’n eternal reigned, In time on earth abode. Jesus is God! Let sorrow come, And pain, and every ill, All are worthwhile, for all are means His glory to fulfill; Worthwhile a thousand years of woe To speak one little word, If by that “I believe” we own The Godhead of our Lord. Jesus is God! O! could I now But compass earth and sea, To teach and tell the single truth, How happy should I be! O! had I but an angel’s voice, I would proclaim so loud, Jesus, the good, the beautiful, Is everlasting God.

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• [Yoh 1:3] O Give Thanks To Him Who Made

  O give thanks to Him Who made Morning light and evening shade; Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food; Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours. O give thanks to nature’s King, Who made every breathing thing; His, our warm and sentient frame, His, the mind’s immortal flame. O how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind! O give thanks with heart and lip, For we are His workmanship; And all creatures are His care: Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed; but who can Speak the Father’s love to man? O give thanks to Him Who came In a mortal, suffering frame— Temple of the Deity— Came for rebel man to die; In the path Himself hath trod Leading back His saints to God.

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• [Yoh 1:3] See The Gold Upon The Hills

  See the gold upon the hills, See the opal in the sky; Trembling dawn each valley fills, Christ’s own morning draweth nigh. His the kingdom, His the crown, His the ages yet to be; All the lands of fair renown, And the islands of the sea. All the hungers of the race, All the wounds from which men cry: All are met in Jesus’ grace; He doth heal and satisfy. None are strangers to His care, Royal gifts for all are free; All mankind His brethren are, And the world His Galilee. Victor He, when conquerors fail, King o’er all, when monarchs die; He shall through the earth prevail, Win the last long victory. His the gold upon the hills, His the light across the sea; His the purpose that fulfills, His the day that is to be.

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• [Yoh 1:3] There’s Not A Tint That Paints The Rose

  There’s not a tint that paints the rose, Or decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, But God has placed it there. There’s not of grass a single blade, Or leaf of loveliest green, Where heav’nly skill is not displayed, And heav’nly wisdom seen. There’s not a star whose twinkling light Shines on the distant earth And cheers the silent gloom of night, But God has given it birth. There’s not a place on earth’s vast round In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found, For God is everywhere. Around, beneath, below, above, As far as space extends, There He displays His boundless love, And power with mercy blends.

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Mazmur 90:2

• [Mzm 90:2] Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime

  Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or Heav’n and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting Thou art God. A thousand ages, in their flight, With Thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to Thy sight At once their various scenes display. But our brief life’s a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o’er, That fades with morning’s earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with Thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end.

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• [Mzm 90:2] Have Mercy On Us, God Most High

  Have mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most holy Trinity. Most ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity. When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, Didst live and love alone. Thou wert not born; there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed; There is no end which Thou canst reach; But Thou art simply God. How wonderful creation is, The work that Thou didst bless; And oh, what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness! How beautiful the angels are, The saints how bright in bliss; But with Thy beauty, Lord, compared, How dull, how poor is this. O listen, then, most pitiful, To Thy poor creature’s heart: It blesses Thee that Thou art God; That Thou art what Thou art. Most ancient of all mysteries! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity.

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• [Mzm 90:2] Through Every Age, Eternal God

  Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was Thy throne ere Heav’n was made, Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst Thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long Thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in Thine account; Like yesterday’s departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft Thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.

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Roma 11:35-36

• [Rm 11:36] Glory Be To The God The Father

  Glory be to God the Father, Glory be to God the Son, Glory be to God the Spirit, Great Jehovah, Three in One! Glory, glory, glory, glory, While eternal ages run! Glory be to Him Who loved us, Washed us from each spot and stain! Glory be to Him Who bought us, Made us kings with Him to reign! Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the Lamb that once was slain! Glory to the King of angels, Glory to the church’s King, Glory to the King of nations! Heaven and earth, your praises bring; Glory, glory, glory, glory, To the King of glory bring! “Glory, blessing, praise eternal!” Thus the choir of angels sings; “Honor, riches, power, dominion!” Thus its praise creation brings; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the King of kings!

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• [Rm 11:36] Lift Up Thyself, My Soul

  Lift up thyself, my soul, Above this world’s control! Spend and be spent in holy hymns of praise. Be armed with pure desire, Burn with celestial fire; Unto the King of kings our voice we raise; To Him a crown we weave, and bring A sacrifice of words, a bloodless offering. Thee on the troubled deep, Thee o’er the islands steep, Thee through the mighty continents of land, Thee in the city’s throng, Or mountain tops along, Or when in celebrated plains I stand, Thee, Thee, O blessèd One, I sing, Thee, Thee, O Father of the world, Eternal King! Thy praise I hymn by night, Thy praise at morning light, Thy praise by day, Thy praise at eventide. This know the hoary stars, And moon with silver bars, And chiefly He that doth on high preside O’er all the host of Heav’n, the sun Who measuring time for holy souls his course doth run. O Mind immutable! O Light inscrutable! Thine is the eye that guides the lightning fire, In Thee the ages live, Thou dost their limits give, Who can Thy praises reach, Eternal Sire? Thou art beyond the dreams of men; Beyond the reach of mind, or highest angel’s ken. O’er all Thy rule is spread, The living and the dead; To minds that be, the parent Mind Thou art; All Heav’n Thou dost control, Thou nourishest the soul, And dost to spirit energy impart, The Spring Thou art whence all things flow; And from eternity the Root whence all things grow.

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