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Himne Indonesia
Mazmur 137:1-4
Kidung Jemaat
Besarkan Nama Tuhan [KJ.46]
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1. Besarkan nama Tuhan, Haleluya; kasihNya tak berkurang,
Haleluya! Sekalipun keluhan menimpa umatNya,
BerkatNya ditemukan, Haleluya!
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2. Dib'riNya hidup baru, gelap menjadi t'rang;
sabdaNya besertamu di ngarai yang kelam.
Hai kamu yang selalu padaNya berpegang,
Tak usah ragu-ragu: tuntunanNya ten'tram!
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Mzm 23:4
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3. Di dalam kekurangan -Kyrieleison-
di tanah pembuangan, di tanah babilon,
kendati musim zaman menghitam dan mendung,
namaMu dibesarkan pujian mendengung.
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Dan 3
:(51)
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4. Kecapi digantungkan -Miserikordia-
ke pohon gandarusa, terbungkam suaranya;
tetapi kasih Tuhan di Galilea
Akhirnya menghiburkan, Haleluya!
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Mzm 137:1-2
Mat 4:12-17
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5. Besarkan nama Tuhan, Haleluya;
di dunia serukan kemuliaanNya!
JanjiNya dikukuhkan demi manusia:
Besarkan nama Tuhan, Haleluya!
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Himne Inggris
Mazmur 137:1-4
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[Mzm 137:2] Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land
We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come. His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things nor things to come
Shall quench the spark divine. When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name. Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control;
His lovingkindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul. Blest is the man, O Lord!
That stays himself on Thee;
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord!
Shall thy salvation see. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Mzm 137:4] Creator Of The World, To Thee
Creator of the world, to Thee
And endless rest of joy belongs;
And heavenly choirs are ever free
To sing on high their festal songs. But we are fallen creatures here,
Where pain and sorrow daily come;
And how can we in exile drear
Sing out, as they, sweet songs of Home? O Father, who dost promise still
That they who mourn shall blessèd be,
Grant us to weep for deeds of ill
That banish us so long from Thee. But weeping, grant us faith to rest
In hope upon Thy loving care;
Till Thou restore us, with the blest,
Their songs of praise in Heav’n to share. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom Heav’n and earth adore,
From men and from the angel host
Be praise and glory evermore. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
