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Himne Indonesia

Ayub 1:22

Pelengkap Kidung Jemaat

Untuk Apa Susah Hati [PKJ.142] Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

	Ayub 1, 2 dan 42; Ayub 1, 2, 42
1. Untuk apa susah hati? Bukankah Yesuslah kawanmu abadi! Harta imanku tak hilang: bagiku Penebus adalah jaminan.
2. Saat lahirku di dunia, nyatanya tiadalah milik yang ‘ku punya. Tanpa milik apa jua, akhirnya haruslah ‘ku berangkat pula.
3. Aku bukan milik diri; jiwaku, ragaku, Tuhan yang miliki. Diberi dan diambilNya; berserah s’lamanya ‘ku memuji Dia.
4. Bila salib dan sengsara kutempuh, tak perlu aku putus asa. Aku tak perlu kuatir: aku tahu, Tuhan mau susahku berakhir.
5. Banyak hariku ceria; apakah lawannya tidak kuterima? Tuhan adil dan setia: apapun nasibku, kuandalkan Dia!
6. Tuhan, Sumber kesukaan, diriku milikMu: tak ‘kan terpisahkan. Aku yakin dan percaya: Kau Terang, Kau Teman, untuk selamanya.
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Himne Inggris

Mazmur 39:1

[Mzm 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

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