Mazmur 42

Himne Indonesia

Kidung Jemaat

• Harap Akan Tuhan [KJ.445]

  	Mzm 42-43; Mzm 46
  1. Harap akan Tuhan, hai jiwaku! Dia perlindungan dalam susahmu. Jangan resah, tabah berserah, kar'na habis malam pagi merekah. Dalam derita dan kemelut Tuhan yang setia, Penolongmu!
  2. Harap akan Tuhan, hai jiwaku! Dia perlindungan dalam susahmu. Walau sendu, hatimu remuk, Tuhan mengatasi tiap kemelut. Ya Tuhan, tolong 'ku yang lemah: setiaMu kokoh selamanya!
  3. Harap akan Tuhan, hai jiwaku! Dia perlindungan dalam susahmu. Jalan sedih nanti berhenti; Yesus memberikan hidup abadi. Habis derita di dunia, purna sukacita. Haleluya!
  Play

• Tuntun Aku, Tuhan Allah [KJ.412] ( Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah )

  1. Tuntun aku, Tuhan Allah, lewat gurun dunia. Kau perkasa dan setia; bimbing aku yang lemah. Roti sorga, Roti sorga, puaskanlah jiwaku, puaskanlah jiwaku.	Mzm 73:23-24 Mzm 78 Mzm 106 Mzm 136 Kel 16 Yoh 6:32-58 Why 2:17
  2. Buka sumber Air Hidup, penyembuhan jiwaku, dan berjalanlah di muka dengan tiang awanMu. Jurus'lamat, Jurus'lamat, Kau Perisai hidupku, Kau Perisai hidupku.	Kel 17:6 Kel 13:21-22 Mzm 105:39-41
  3. Pada batas Sungai Yordan hapuskanlah takutku. Ya Penumpas kuasa maut, tuntun aku sertaMu. Pujianku, pujianku bagiMu selamanya, bagiMu selamanya.	Yos 3 2 Raj 2:6-12 Mzm 42:7-12 Mzm 114 1 Kor 15:54-56 2 Tim 1:10 Why 1:18
  Play

Nyanyikanlah Kidung Baru

• Bagai Rusa Berteriak [NKB.147]

  	Mazmur 42:1-5
  1. Bagai rusa berteriak cari sumber air sejuk, demikian pun jiwaku menjerit kepadaMu. Akan Allah abadi hausku tiada terperi. Bilakah tiba waktuku melihatMu, ya Allahku?
  2. Siang malam air mataku adalah makananku, kar’na orang menghujatku: Hai, di manakah Allahmu? Dan teringatlah terang, dengan girang dan senang aku pimpin ‘kan mereka masuk ke rumah Allahnya.
  3. Apakah sebab ‘kau tunduk dan gelisah, jiwaku? Janganlah ‘kau putus asa, Tuhanlah harapanmu. ‘Kan ‘ku pujilah terus kuasa Allah yang kudus. Kar’na itulah hentikan keluhanmu dan rintihan.
  Play

Himne Inggris

• [Mzm 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Cooling Streams

  As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; O, when shall I behold Thy face, Thou majesty divine? God of my strength, how long shall I Like one forgotten mourn, Forlorn, forsaken and exposed To my oppressor’s scorn? Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still; and thou shalt sing The praise of Him Who is thy God, Thy health’s eternal spring. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Streams

  As pants the hart for streams of living water, So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee; I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning; When shall I come Thy gracious face to see? O Lord my God, overwhelmed in deep affliction, Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul; Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder, While over my head the waves and billows roll. Thou wilt command Thy servant’s consolation, Thy lovingkindness yet shall cheer my day, And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort; God of my life, to Thee I still will pray. Why, O my soul, art thou cast down within me, Why art thou troubled and oppressed with grief? Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation, Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:1] As Thirsts The Hart For Water Brooks

  As thirst the hart for water brooks, So thirsts my soul, O God, for Thee; It seeks for God, and ever looks, And longs the living God to see, And longs the living God to see. Far from the courts of God, my tears Have been my food by night and day, While constantly with bitter sneers, Where is thy God? the scoffers say, Where is thy God? the scoffers say. With grief I think of days gone by, When oft I trod the hallowed way To Zion, praising God on high With throngs who kept the holy day, With throngs who kept the holy day. O why art thou cast down, my soul, And why so troubled shouldst thou be? Hope thou in God, and Him extol, Who gives His saving help to me, Who gives His saving help to me.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Streams

  As pants the hart for streams of living water, So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee; I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning; When shall I come Thy gracious face to see? O Lord my God, overwhelmed in deep affliction, Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul; Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder, While over my head the waves and billows roll. Thou wilt command Thy servant’s consolation, Thy lovingkindness yet shall cheer my day, And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort; God of my life, to Thee I still will pray. Why, O my soul, art thou cast down within me, Why art thou troubled and oppressed with grief? Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation, Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:2] Sweet Place

  Sweet place; sweet place alone! The court of God most high, The heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty! Refrain O happy place! When shall I be, my God, with Thee, To see Thy face? The stranger homeward bends, And sigheth for his rest: Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham’s breast. Refrain Earth’s but a sorry tent, Pitched but a few frail days, A short leased tenement; Heaven’s still my song, my praise. Refrain No tears from any eyes Drop in that holy choir: But death itself there dies, And sighs themselves expire. Refrain There should temptations cease, My frailties there should end. There should I rest in peace In the arms of my best friend. Refrain Jerusalem on high My song and city is, My home whene’er I die, The center of my bliss. Refrain Thy walls, sweet city! thine With pearls are garnished, Thy gates with praises shine, Thy streets with gold are spread. Refrain No sun by day shines there, No moon by silent night. O no! these needless are; The Lamb’s the city’s light. Refrain There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing, And lowly homage give. Refrain The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease: The prophets there behold Their longed for Prince of peace. Refrain The Lamb’s apostles there I might with joy behold: The harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold. Refrain The bleeding martyrs, they Within those courts are found; All clothed in pure array, Their scars with glory crowned. Refrain Ah me! ah me! that I In Kedar’s tents here stay; No place like this on high; Thither, Lord! guide my way. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:4] Hark To The Bells

  Bells of praise! Bells of praise! How the merry bells are ringing, Joyous notes their message bringing! Come where love and mercy meet, Bells of praise ring clear and sweet. Refrain Hark to the bells so sweetly blending; Go with heart and voice attending; Love and mercy meet you there, In this hour of praise and prayer. Bells of prayer! Bells of prayer! Oh, how tenderly the pleading, Weary, longing souls entreating, Have a pardon full and free! Bells of prayer entreating thee! Refrain Bells of joy! Bells of joy! Loud and clear the peals are telling Of the songs of praises swelling. Worship in yon temple hall; Bells of joy proclaim the call. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:4] Sing We Merry Christmas

  Sing we merry Christmas, Christmas blithe and free! Time of holy gladness, Mirth and minstrelsy. Hark! the merry church bells Ringing joyously, Hailing with sweet music Christ’s nativity. Haste we to the temple, Wreathe our garlands green; Deck each arch and column For the festive scene. Glory in the highest! Hark the angels sing; Glory in the highest To our infant King! Pastor, choir, and people Join in concert all; Sing your loudest praises At our festival. Joy for us poor exiles Comes this happy morn; Jesus our Emmanuel, Christ, the Lord, is born!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended, The

  The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o’er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren ’neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth’s proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, Through All My Days

  God of my life, through all my days, My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. But O! when that last conflict’s o’er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. The cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul shall live; A work so sweet, a theme so high, Demands and crowns eternity.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, To Thee I Call

  God of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall; When the great water floods prevail Leave not my trembling heart to fail! Friend of the friendless and the saint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not the Word still fixed remain That none shall seek Thy face in vain? That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. Fair is the lot that’s cast for me! I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast. Poor thou I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] My Lord, My Life, My Love

  My Lord, my Life, my Love, To Thee, to Thee I call; I cannot live if Thou remove: Thou art my joy, my all. My only sun to cheer The darkness where I dwell; The best and only true delight My song hath found to tell. To Thee in very Heaven The angels owe their bliss; To Thee the saints, whom Thou hast called Where perfect pleasure is. And how shall man, Thy child, Without Thee happy be, Who hath no comfort nor desire In all the world but Thee? Return, my Love, my Life; Thy grace hath won my heart; If Thou forgive, if Thou return, I will no more depart.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] Slowly Sinks The Setting Sun

  Slowly sinks the setting sun, Now the work of day is done; Lord, we come a thankful throng, Raise to Thee our evening song. For Thy tender care bestowed, For Thy pardoning blood which flowed; For Thy love that crowns our days, Lord, accept our grateful praise. And when sets life’s weary sun, When the toil of earth is done, To Thy home of perfect rest, Lord, receive us, ever blest. For the robe, the palm, the blood, May we always praise our God, And with all the ransomed throng, Swell high Heaven’s triumphant song.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal