Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 141:3

Efesus 4:29

Himne Inggris

Kejadian 19:1-38

• [Kej 19:17] Haste, Traveler, Haste!

  Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art from home and rest. O far from home thy footsteps stray; Christ is the life, and Christ the way, And Christ the light; thy setting sun Sinks ere thy morning is begun. Awake, awake! pursue thy way With steady course, while yet ’tis day; While thou art sleeping on the ground, Danger and darkness gather round. The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path, nor refuge near. O yes! a shelter you may gain, A covert from the wind and the rain, A hiding-place a rest, a home, A refuge from the wrath to come. Then linger not in all the plain, Flee for thy life, the mountain gain; Look not behind, make no delay, O speed thee, speed thee on thy way! Poor, lost, benighted soul! art thou Wiling to find salvation now? There yet is hope; hear mercy’s call: Truth! Life! Light! Way! in Christ is all!

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Mazmur 39:1-2

• [Mzm 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace

  With firm resolve I held my peace And spake not either bad or good, Lest I should utter sinful thoughts While wicked men before me stood. While I was dumb my grief was stirred, My heart grew hot with thought suppressed; The while I mused the fire increased, Then to the Lord I made request. Make me, O Lord, to know my end, Teach me the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am And turn from pride and sinful ways. My time is nothing in Thy sight, Behold, my days are but a span; Yea, truly, at his best estate, A breath, a fleeting breath, is man. Man’s life is passed in vain desire If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? I have no hope except in Thee; Let not ungodly men reproach, From all transgressions set me free. Because Thou didst it I was dumb, I spoke no word of rash complaint; Remove Thy stroke away from me, Beneath Thy chastisement I faint. When Thou for his iniquity Rebukest and correctest man, His beauty is consumed away; How weak his strength, how vain his plan. Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry; I weep; be Thou my Comforter. I am a stranger here below, A pilgrim as my fathers were. O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath, Deal gently with me, I implore, That I may yet recover strength Ere I go hence and be no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal