Himne Indonesia
Ratapan 3:23-25
Kidung Jemaat
Hai Umat, Nyanyilah [KJ.232]
1. Hai umat, nyanyilah, rayakan hari ini!
Mujizat Allahmu masyhurkanlah disini!
T'lah turun Roh Kudus membangkit laskarNya;
Semoga kini pun semua tergerak.
Kis 2:1-13
2. Ya Roh karunia, Penghibur dan Penolong,
sekarang datanglah; berkatMu kami mohon.
Baptisan dan Firman membangun umatMu,
Supaya kami pun berbuahlah penuh.
Yoh 14:16, 26
Yoh 15:26
Ef 5:26
Gal 5:22-23
3. Kaupilih umatMu menjadi tubuh Kristus.
Kembali lahirlah umatMu dalam Yesus.
Di PerjamuanNya. Kau hadir bekerja
membuat hambaMu cerminan kasihNya.
1 Kor 12:13
Yoh 3:5-7
Tit 3:5
1 Ptr 1:3, 23
4. Yang hidup oleh Roh, yang bangkit oleh
Firman dan oleh kurnia berbuah kar'na iman,
Muliakan Allahmu dan puji kasihNya,
Yang baru dan segar selama-lamanya.Rat 3:22-23
Play - Setiap Pagi RahmatMu [KJ.321]
1. Setiap pagi rahmatMu segar dan baru bagiku; sepanjang hari
tak henti karunia yang Kauberi.
Rat 3:22-23
2. O Bintang Fajar yang cerah, cahayaMu curahkanlah,
sehingga hati pun penuh dengan terang dan rahmatMu.
2 Ptr 1:19
Why 22:16
2 Kor 4:6
Ef 1:17-18
1 Yoh 1:7
3. Halaukan g'lap di dunia, kuasa jahat usirlah;
berilah damai yang penuh, dibimbing oleh tanganMu.
4. Buatlah jalan kami t'rang meskipun dunia tak tent'ram;
dengan percaya yang teguh kuatkan kami, umatMu!Play - Tuhan, Betapa Banyaknya [KJ.393]
1. Tuhan, betapa baiknya berkat yang Kauberi,
istimewa rahmatMu dan hidup abadi.
2. T'rima kasih, ya Tuhanku atas keselamatanku!
Padaku telah Kauberi hidup bahagia abadi.
3. Sanak saudara dan teman Kaub'ri kepadaku;
berkat terindah ialah 'ku jadi anakMu.
Rm 8:14-17
1 Yoh 3:1-2
4. T'rima kasih, ya Tuhanku atas keselamatanku!
Padaku telah Kauberi hidup bahagia abadi.
5. Setiap hari rahmatMu tiada putusnya:
hendak kupuji namaMu tetap selamanya.
Rat 3:22-23
6. T'rima kasih, ya Tuhanku atas keselamatanku!
Padaku telah Kauberi hidup bahagia abadi.Play
Himne Inggris
Ratapan 3:23-25
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[Rat 3:24] My Heart Is Resting, O My God
My heart is resting, O my God—
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
Now the frail vessel Thou hast made
No hand but Thine shall fill—
For the waters of the Earth have failed,
And I am thirsty still.I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise—
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And a new song is in my mouth
To long loved music set—
Glory to Thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet.Glory to Thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known—
And the fear that sends me to Thy breast
For what is most my own.
I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest—
A calm assurance for today
That to be poor is best—
A prayer reposing on His truth
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.I will give thanks for suffering now,
For want and toil and loss—
For the death that sin makes hard and slow,
Upon my Savior’s cross—
Thanks for the little spring of love
That gives me strength to say,
If they will leave me part in Him,
Let all things pass away.Sometimes I long for promised bliss,
But it will not come too late—
And the songs of patient spirits rise
From the place wherein I wait;
While in the faith that makes no haste
My soul has time to see
A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,
In fellowship with me.There is a multitude around
Responsive to my prayer;
I hear the voice of my desire
Resounding everywhere.
But the earnest of eternal joy,
In every prayer I trace;
I see the glory of the Lord:
On every chastened face.How oft, in still communion known,
Those spirits have been sent
To share the travail of my soul,
Or show me what it meant!
And I long to do some work of love
No spoiling hand could touch,
For the poor and suffering of Thy flock
Who comfort me so much.But the yearning thought is mingled now
With the thankful song I sing;
For Thy people know the secret source
Of every precious thing.
The heart that ministers for Thee
In Thy own work will rest;
And the subject spirit of a child
Can serve Thy children best.Mine be the reverent, listening love,
That waits all day on Thee,
With the service of a watchful heart
Which no one else can see—
The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,
Finds all its daily work prepared,
And loves to have it so.My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care—
I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.
“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen,
Will never die away.Play source: Cyberhymnal
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