Himne Indonesia

Ayub 1:11

Ayub 2:5

Ayub 42:7

Wahyu 12:10

Himne Inggris

Zakharia 3:1-4

• [Za 3:2] Arise, My Ten’drest Thoughts, Arise

  Arise, my tend’rest thoughts, arise, To torrents melt my streaming eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal. See human nature sunk in shame! See scandals poured on Jesus’ Name! The Father wounded thro’ the Son; The world abused, the soul undone! See the short course of vain delight, Closing in everlasting night— In flames that no abatement know, Tho’ briny tears forever flow. My God, I feel the mournful scene! My bowels yearn o’er dying men! And fain my pity would reclaim And snatch the firebrands from the flame.

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Wahyu 12:10

• [Why 12:10] Come, Kingdom Of Our God

  Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace and hope and joy abroad, And wisdom, from above. Over our spirits first Extend Thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst That never pains again. Come, kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth Thine; Stretch o’er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life’s glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest, Sons of one family. Come, kingdom of our God, And raise the glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, When God shall bless His own.

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• [Why 12:10] To Thee And To Thy Christ, O God

  To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He the lonely wine press trod, Our cup of joy to bring. His glorious arm the strife maintained, He marched in might from far; His robes were with the vintage stained, Red with the wine of war. To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He invaded death’s abode, And robbed him of his sting. The house of dust enthralls no more, For He, the Strong to save, Himself doth guard that silent door, Great Keeper of the grave. To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He hath crushed beneath His rod The world’s proud rebel king. He plunged in His imperial strength To gulfs of darkness down; He brought His trophy up at length, The foiled usurper’s crown. To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God, We sing, we ever sing; For He redeemed us with His blood From every evil thing. Thy saving strength His arm upbore, The arm that set us free: Glory, O God, forevermore Be to Thy Christ and Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal