Filipi 1

Himne Indonesia

Kidung Jemaat

• Bila 'Ku Tertidur [KJ.325]

  1. Bila 'ku tertidur nanti, Kau menunggu diriku; b'rilah 'ku pikiran suci, jauhkan dari seteru. Walau tubuh tak sedar, hati hamba tak gentar, kar'na Yesus di sampingku, sukacita di hatiku.
  2. Waktu siang atau malam pada Dikau 'ku teduh; walau jalan hidup suram, tinggal t'rus di sisiMu. Yesus, Pengharapanku, Kaulah Jurus'lamatku; aku yakin Kau setia dulu, s'karang dan s'lamanya.	Mzm 121:6
  3. Yesus Kristus, Anak Allah, bimbing aku yang penat; biar dalam suka duka 'ku bertahan tak sesat! Bila tiba ajalku, itu untung bagiku: aku 'kan bersama Tuhan hidup dalam kesukaan.	Flp 1:21
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Himne Inggris

• [Flp 1:4] Christmas Brings Joy To Every Heart

  Christmas brings joy to every heart, Sets old and young rejoicing, What angels sang once to all on earth, Oh, hear the children voicing. Bright is the tree with lights aglow, Like birds that perch together, The child that holdeth Christmas dear Shall keep these joys forever. Joy comes to the all the world today, To halls and cottage hasting, Come, sparrow and dove, from roof tree tall, And share our Christmas feasting. Dance, little child, on mother’s knee, The lovely day is dawning, The road to paradise is found The blessèd Christmas morning. Once to this earth our Savior came, An infant poor and lowly, To open for us those gardens fair Where dwell His angels holy. Christmas joy He bringeth us, The Christ child King of heaven, “To every little child,” He saith, “Shall angel wings be given.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:6] Debtor To Mercy Alone, A

  A debtor to mercy alone, of covenant mercy I sing; Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, my person and off’ring to bring. The terrors of law and of God with me can have nothing to do; My Savior’s obedience and blood hide all my transgressions from view. The work which His goodness began, the arm of His strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen, and never was forfeited yet. Things future, nor things that are now, nor all things below or above, Can make Him His purpose forgo, or sever my soul from His love. My name from the palms of His hands eternity will not erase; Impressed on His heart it remains, in marks of indelible grace. Yes, I to the end shall endure, as sure as the earnest is giv’n; More happy, but not more secure, the glorified spirits in Heav’n.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:6] Lord God Of Hosts, Whose Purpose, Never Swerving

  Lord God of Hosts, whose purpose, never swerving, Leads toward the day of Jesus Christ Thy Son, Grant us to march among Thy faithful legions, Armed with Thy courage, till the world is won. Strong Son of God, whose work was His that sent Thee, One with the Father, thought and deed and word, One make us all, true comrades in Thy service, And make us one in Thee with God the Lord. O Prince of Peace, Thou Bringer of good tidings, Teach us to speak Thy word of hope and cheer, Rest for the soul, and strength for all man’s striving, Light for the path of life, and God brought near. Lord God, whose grace has called us to Thy service, How good Thy thoughts toward us, how great their sum! We work with Thee, we go where Thou wilt lead us, Until in all the earth Thy kingdom come.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] Dear Master, In Thy Way

  Dear Master, in Thy way Our willing feet shall tread; What joy Thy mandate to obey, Our great and glorious Head. The closing waters hid Our former world, and we, Seeking through death our Savior’s side, Rejoice to die with Thee. And as we rise again, Be this confession giv’n, That we have ris’n with Christ to reign The Lord of earth and Heav’n. So would we die to live, And live no more to die; Our risen lives, O Christ, receive And seal them in the sky.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] It Is Not Death To Die

  It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God. It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose, To spend eternal years. It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breath the air Of boundless liberty. It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust And rise, on strong exulting wing To live among the just. Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die: Like Thee, they conquer in the strife To reign with Thee on high.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] Let Thoughtless Thousands Choose

  Let thoughtless thousands choose the road That leads the soul away from God; This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely Thine. On Christ, by faith, I fain would live, From Him my life, my all, receive, To Him devote my fleeting hours, Serve Him alone with all my powers. Christ is my everlasting All; To Him I look, on Him I call; He will my every want supply In time and through eternity. Soon will the Lord, my Life, appear; Soon shall I end my trials here, Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain. To live is Christ, to die is gain. Soon will the saints in glory meet, Soon walk through every golden street, And sing on every blissful plain: To live is Christ, to die is gain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] Living For Jesus (crosby)

  Living for Jesus, only for Jesus, Striving in wisdom daily to grow, Telling His goodness, seeking His glory, Onward to Canaan, joyful I go; Doubts may befall me, trials oppress me, He is my Buckler, strong to defend; Bright is the prospect, pleasant the journey; Jesus will lead me safe to the end. Refrain O the love of Jesus! Wondrous love of Jesus! I will exalt Him forevermore. Living for Jesus, only for Jesus, Always forgiving, gentle and mild; Patient in labor, trusting His promise, Learning my duty, meek as a child; When I am hungry, Jesus will feed me, He is my Shepherd, He is my Guide; When I am thirsty, He will refresh me, All that is needful He will provide. Refrain Living for Jesus, only for Jesus— Blessèd employment, blessèd reward! Crowns in His kingdom wait for the faithful; There shall the weary rest in the Lord; Welcome, O welcome toil and affliction! He is my Anchor steadfast and sure; Glory to Jesus, glory to Jesus! I shall behold Him, spotless and pure. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] No, No, It Is Not Dying

  No, no, it is not dying To go unto our God; This gloomy earth forsaking, Our journey homeward taking Along the starry road. No, no, it is not dying Heaven’s citizen to be; A crown immortal wearing, And rest unbroken sharing, From care and conflict free. No, no it is not dying To hear this gracious word, “Receive a Father’s blessing, Forevermore possessing The favor of thy Lord.” No, no it is not dying The Shepherd’s voice to know: His sheep He ever leadeth, His peaceful flock He feedeth, Where living pastures grow. No, no it is not dying To wear a lordly crown; Among God’s people dwelling, The glorious triumph swelling Of Him Whose sway we own.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] O Jesus, When I Think Of Thee

  O Jesus, when I think of Thee, Thy manger, cross, and throne, My spirit trusts exultingly In Thee, and Thee alone. For me Thou didst become a man, For me didst weep and die; For me achieve Thy wondrous plan For me ascend on high. O let me share Thy holy birth, Thy faith, Thy death to sin; And strong, amidst the toils of earth, My heavenly life begin. Then shall I know what means the strain Triumphant of Saint Paul: “To live is Christ, to die is gain”; “Christ is my All in all.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] Weep Not For A Brother Deceased

  Weep not for a brother deceased; Our loss is his infinite gain; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love. Our brother the haven has gained, Outflying the tempest and wind; His rest he hath sooner obtained, And left his companions behind, Still tossed on a sea of distress, Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more. There all the ship’s company meet, Who sailed with the Savior beneath, With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o’er sorrow and death; The voyage of life’s at an end; The mortal affliction is past; The age that in Heaven they spend, Forever and ever shall last.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:21] When Musing Sorrow Weeps The Past

  When musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, ’Tis sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. ’Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father’s will, ’Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still: It is that heaven-born faith surveys The path that leads to light, And longs her eagle plumes to raise, And lose herself in sight: It is that hope with ardor glows, To see Him face to face, Whose dying love no language knows Sufficient art to trace. O let me wing my hallowed flight From earthborn woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Savior’s bliss to share!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:23] While On The Verge Of Life I Stand

  While on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wing its flight away. Where Jesus dwells my soul would be, And faints my much loved Lord to see: Earth, twine no more about my heart, For ’tis far better to depart. Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home! Ye know the way to Jesus’ throne— Source of my joys and of your own. That blissful interview, how sweet, To fall transported at His feet: Raised in His arms to view His face, Thro’ the full beamings of His grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:27] Call To Arms Is Sounding, The

  The call to arms is sounding, The foemen muster strong; While saints beneath the altar Are crying, “Lord, how long?” The living and the loving Christ’s royal standard raise, And marching on to conflict Shout forth their Captain’s praise. No time for self-indulgence, For resting by the way; Repose will come at even, But toil is for the day; Work, like the blessèd Jesus, Who from His earliest youth Would do His Father’s business And witness for the truth. For the one Faith, the true Faith, The Faith which cannot fail, For the one Church, the true Church, ’Gainst which no foes prevail; Made one with God incarnate, We in His might must win The glory of self-conquest, Of victory over sin. Behold! upon Mount Sion A glorious people stand, A crown on every forehead, A palm in every hand; Lo! these are they who boldly The Name of Christ confessed, And now triumphant praise Him In Heav’n’s unresting rest. O Jesu! Who art waiting Thy faithful ones to crown, Vouchsafe to bless our conflict, Our loving service own; Come in each heart forever As King adored to reign, Till we with saints triumphant Uplift the victor strain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Flp 1:27] We Are Soldiers Of Christ

  We are soldiers of Christ, who is mighty to save, And His banner the Cross is unfurled; We are pledged to be faithful and steadfast and brave Against Satan, the flesh, and the world. We are brothers and comrades, we stand side by side, And our faith and our hope are the same; And we think of the Cross on which Jesus has died, When we bear the reproach of His Name. At the font we were marked with the Cross on our brow, Of our grace and our calling the sign; And the weakest is strong to be true to his vow, For the armor we wear is divine. We will watch ready armed if the Tempter draw near, If he comes with a frown or a smile; We will heed not his threats, nor his flatteries hear, Nor be taken by storm or by wile. We will master the flesh, and its longings restrain, We will not be the bond slaves of sin, The pure Spirit of God in our nature shall reign, And our spirits their freedom shall win. For the world’s love we live not, its hate we defy, And we will not be led by the throng; We’ll be true to ourselves, to our Father on high, And the bright world to which we belong. Now let each cheer his comrade, let hearts beat as one, While we follow where Christ leads the way; ’Twere dishonor to yield, or the battle to shun, We will fight, and will watch, and will pray. Though the warfare be weary, the trial be sore, In the might of our God we will stand; Oh! what joy to be crowned and be pure evermore, In the peace of our own Fatherland.

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  source: Cyberhymnal