Zakharia 12

Himne Indonesia

Kidung Jemaat

• Memandang Salib Rajaku [KJ.169] ( When I Survey the Wondrous Cross )

  1. Memandang salib Rajaku yang mati untuk dunia, kurasa hancur congkakku dan harta hilang harganya.	Za 12:10 Mrk 15:22-26 Yoh 19:37 Why 1:7
  2. Tak boleh aku bermegah selain di dalam salibMu; kubuang nikmat dunia demi darahMu yang kudus.	Gal 6:14
  3. Berpadu kasih dan sedih mengalir dari lukaMu; mahkota duri yang pedih menjadi keagunganMu.	Yoh 19:34 Mrk 15:16-19
  4. Melihat darah lukaNya membalut tubuh Tuhanku, 'ku mati bagi dunia dan dunia mati bagiku.	Gal 6:14
  5. Andaikan jagad milikku dan kuserahkan padaNya, tak cukup bagi Tuhanku diriku yang dimintaNya.	Rm 12:1
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• UmatMu Bersembah Sujud [KJ.227]

  1. UmatMu bersembah sujud, berdoa dan bernyanyi, menghadap singgasanaMu, ya Kristus, Tuhan kami. Segala kuasa dunia akhirNya 'kan mengaku Engkaulah raja mulia, kar'na kebangkitanMu.	Luk 24:52 Flp 2:9-11 Why 17:14
  2. Dengan darahMu yang kudus Engkau sucikan kami membuat kami bagiMu imamat yang rajawi. PadaMu diberikanlah mahkota kemenangan: Di sorga dan di dunia namaMu berkumandang.	Ibr 9:11-14 1 Yoh 1:7 1 Ptr 2:9 Why 5:10 Why 14:14
  3. Ya, Jurus'lamat dunia, penuh kemuliaan Kau datang lagi segera di atas awan-awan. Semua 'kan memandangMu, termasuk yang menikam; Semua mengagungkanMu dan mohon pengasihan.	Dan 7:13-14 Mrk 13:26 Za 12:10 Why 1:7
  4. Baik lambat atau segera, hariMu pasti datang; cahaya fajar yang cerah semakin kelihatan. Ya, haleluya, datanglah, umatMu sudah yakin. Malaikat dan manusia bersorak, "Amin, amin!"	1 Yoh 2:8 Why 22:20
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Himne Inggris

• [Za 12:10] How Condescending And How Kind

  How condescending and how kind Was God’s eternal Son! Our misery reached His heav’nly mind, And pity brought Him down. When Justice, by our sins provoked, Drew forth its dreadful sword, He gave His soul up to the stroke Without a murm’ring word. He sank beneath our heavy woes, To raise us to His throne; There’s ne’er a gift His hand bestows But cost His heart a groan. This was compassion like a God, That when the Savior knew The price of pardon was His blood, His pity ne’er withdrew. Now, though He reigns exalted high, His love is still as great; Well He remembers Calvary, Nor let His saints forget. Here we behold His bowels roll, As kind as when He died; And see the sorrows of His soul Bleed through His wounded side. Here we receive repeated seals Of Jesus’ dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels One soft affection move. Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we His death record, And with our joy for pardoned guilt, Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Za 12:10] Wake, Harp Of Zion

  Wake, harp of Zion, wake again, Upon thine ancient hill, On Jordan’s long deserted plain, By Kedron’s lowly rill. The hymn shall yet in Zion swell, That sounds Messiah’s praise, And thy loved Name, Emmanuel, As once in ancient days. For Israel yet shall own her King, For her salvation waits, And hill and dale shall sweetly sing, With praise in all her gates. O hasten, Lord, these promised days, When Israel shall rejoice, And Jew and Gentile join in praise, With one united voice!

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  source: Cyberhymnal