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Indonesian Hymns
Kisah Para Rasul 21:37--22:29
Kidung Jemaat
Betapa Indah Harinya [KJ.395]
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R:Kis 22:16; Tit 3:5-7; Mrk 14:38; Ef 6:18
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1. Betapa indah harinya saat kupilih Penebus.
Alangkah sukacitanya, 'ku memb'ritakannya terus.
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2. Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku. 'Ku
diajari Penebus berjaga dan berdoa t'rus.
Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku.
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3. Betapa indah janjiNya yang t'lah mengikat
hatiku; kub'ri kasihku padaNya serta menyanyi bersyukur!
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4. Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku. 'Ku
diajari Penebus berjaga dan berdoa t'rus.
Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku.
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5. Sudah 'ku jadi milikNya, Ia pun milikku kekal.
Yakin penuh 'ku ikutlah: suara Tuhan kukenal.
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Yes 43:1
Rm 14:8
1 Ptr 2:9
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6. Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku. 'Ku
diajari Penebus berjaga dan berdoa t'rus.
Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku.
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7. Sentosalah, hai hatiku, Pelindungmu percayalah!
Jangan tinggalkan Tuhanmu, Sumber segala kurnia.
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8. Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku. 'Ku
diajari Penebus berjaga dan berdoa t'rus.
Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku.
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9. Setiap janji hatiku kembali kubaruilah;
sampai kepada ajalku kupuji pengasihanNya.
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10. Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku. 'Ku
diajari Penebus berjaga dan berdoa t'rus.
Indahlah harinya Yesus membasuh dosaku.
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English Hymns
Kisah Para Rasul 21:37--22:29
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[Kis 22:20] First Of Martyrs, Thou Whose Name
First of martyrs, thou whose name
Doth thy golden crown proclaim,
Not of flowers that fade away
Weave we this thy crown today. Bright the stones which bruise thee gleam
Sprinkled with thy life blood’s stream;
Stars around thy sainted head
Never could such radiance shed. Every wound upon thy brow
Sparkles with unearthly glow;
Like an angel’s is thy face
Beaming with celestial grace. Oh, how blessèd first to be
Slain for Him Who bled for thee;
First like Him in dying hour
Witness to almighty power. First to follow where He trod
Through the deep Red Sea of blood;
First, but in thy footsteps press
Saints and martyrs numberless. Glory to the Father be,
Glory, Virgin Born, to Thee,
Glory to the Holy Ghost,
Praised by men and heavenly host. |
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