Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 27:13

Ibrani 12:1

Himne Inggris

Galatia 6:9

• [Gal 6:9] O Thou Who Dost To Man Accord

  O Thou Who dost to man accord His highest prize, his best reward, Thou Hope of all our race; Jesu, to Thee we now draw near, Our earnest supplications hear, Who humbly seek Thy face. With self accusing voice within, Our conscience tells of many a sin In thought, and word, and deed: O cleanse that conscience from all stain, The penitent restore again, From every burthen freed. If Thou reject us, who shall give Our fainting spirits strength to live? ’Tis Thine alone to spare; With cleansèd hearts to pray aright, And find acceptance in Thy sight, Be this our lowly prayer. ’This Thou has blest this solemn fast; So may its days by us be passed In self control severe, That, when our Easter morn we hail Its mystic feast we may not fail To keep with conscience clear. O blessèd Trinity, bestow Thy pardoning grace on us below, And shield us evermore; Until, within Thy courts above, We see Thy face, and sing Thy love, And with Thy saints adore.

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Ibrani 12:1

• [Ibr 12:1] Looking This Way

  Over the river, faces I see, Fair as the morning, looking for me; Free from their sorrow, grief and despair, Waiting and watching patiently there. Refrain Looking this way, yes, looking this way, Loved ones are waiting, looking this way; Fair as the morning, bright as the day, Dear ones in glory, looking this way. Father and mother, safe in that vale, Watch for the boatman, wait for the sail, Bearing their loved ones over the tide, Into the harbor, near to their side. Refrain Brother and sister, gone to that clime, Wait for the others, coming sometime, Safe with the angels, whiter than snow, Watching for dear ones, waiting below. Refrain Sweet little darling, light of the home, Looking for someone, beckoning, “Come”; Bright as a sunbeam, pure as the dew, Anxiously looking, mother, for you. Refrain

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• [Ibr 12:1] O Father, By Whose Servants

  Our Father, by Whose servants Our house was built of old, Whose hand hath crowned her children With blessing manifold, For Thine unfailing mercies Far-strewn along our way, With all who passed before us, We praise Thy Name today. The changeful years unresting Their silent course have sped, New comrades ever bringing In comrades’ steps to tread; And some are long forgotten, Long spent their hopes and fears; Safe rest they in Thy keeping, Who changest not with years. They reap not where they labored; We reap what they have sown; Our harvest may be garnered By ages yet unknown. The days of old have dowered us With gifts beyond all praise; Our Father, make us faithful To serve the coming days. Before us and beside us, Still holden in Thine hand A cloud unseen of witness, Our elder comrades stand: One family unbroken, We join, with one acclaim, One heart, one voice uplifting To glorify Thy Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal