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																					 Tumbuhlah Tunas Baru [KJ.93] Tumbuhlah Tunas Baru [KJ.93]  - 
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																| 1. Tumbuhlah tunas baru di tunggul Isai, yang pada masa lalu disyairkan nabi.
 Nubuatnya genap: bunga harapan
 Lahir di malam yang gelap.
 
 | Yes 11:1, 10 Yer 23:5
 Why 22:16
 
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																| 2. Ini maksud Yesaya dengan nubuatnya: lahir dati Maria seorang Putera.
 Kudus dan mulia Firman menjadi daging;
 Perawan bundaNya.
 
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																| 3. Bunga begitu mungil yang harum dan lembut, menghapus dari bumi gelap dan kemelut.
 Sungguh manusia dan sungguh-sungguh Allah,
 Penebus dunia.
 
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																| 4. mari menyambut "Amin" atas karunia. Ya Yesus, kami yakin; ya Tuhan tolonglah,
 Agar dengan syukur kami memuji Dikau
 di KerajaanMu.
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																		Himne Inggris
																											Yeremia 23:4-5
						
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									 [Yer 23:5] Birthday Of A King, The [Yer 23:5] Birthday Of A King, The  
										
											
												| In the little village of Bethlehem,There lay a Child one day;
 And the sky was bright with a holy light
 O’er the place where Jesus lay.
 Refrain Alleluia! O how the angels sang.Alleluia! How it rang!
 And the sky was bright with a holy light
 ’Twas the birthday of a King.
 ’Twas a humble birthplace, but O how muchGod gave to us that day,
 From the manger bed what a path has led,
 What a perfect, holy way.
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									 [Yer 23:5] My God! How Perfect Are Thy Ways! [Yer 23:5] My God! How Perfect Are Thy Ways!  
										
											
												| My God! how perfect are Thy ways!But mine polluted are;
 Sin twines itself about my praise,
 And slides into my prayer.
 When I would speak what Thou hast doneTo save me from my sin;
 I cannot make Thy mercies known
 But self-applause creeps in.
 Divine desire, that holy flameThy grace creates in me;
 Alas! impatience is its name,
 When it returns to Thee.
 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,How does it overflow?
 While self upon the surface floats
 Still bubbling from below.
 Let others in the gaudy dressOf fancied merit shine;
 The Lord shall be my righteousness
 The Lord for ever mine.
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