Himne Indonesia

Tidak ada Himne Indonesia yang terkait dengan ayat-ayat ini.

Himne Inggris

Yohanes 5:1-8

• [Yoh 5:2] Bethesda Is Open

  Bethesda is open, the angel has come, The Spirit is calling for thee; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room; Salvation through Jesus is free. Refrain Salvation is free, salvation is free, Salvation through Jesus is free; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room, Bethesda is open for thee. Come press to the waters while mercy is here, Accept of a cleansing complete; O, hear the entreaty, dismissing your fear; Lo, judgment and mercy now meet. Refrain The house of Bethesda for sinners was built, The pool is a fountain of love; The waters are troubled for canceling guilt, And still for our healing they move. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 5:2] Here At Bethesda’s Pool

  Here at Bethesda’s pool, the poor, The withered, halt, and blind; With waiting hearts expect a cure, And free admittance find. Here streams of wondrous virtue flow To heal a sin-sick soul; To wash the filthy white as snow, And make the wounded whole. The dumb break forth in songs of praise, The blind their sight receive; The cripple runs in wisdom’s ways, The dead revive, and live! Restrained to no one case, or time, These waters always move; Sinners, in every age and clime, Their vital influence prove. Yet numbers daily near them lie, Who meet with no relief; With life in view they pine and die In hopeless unbelief. ’Tis strange they should refuse to bathe, And yet frequent the pool; But none can even wish for faith, While love of sin bears rule. Satan their consciences has sealed, And stupefied their thought; For were they willing to be healed, The cure would soon be wrought. Do Thou, dear Savior, interpose, Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows, And grace is preached in vain.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 5:3] Beside The Gospel Pool

  Beside the Gospel pool Appointed for the poor; From year to year, my helpless soul Has waited for a cure. How often have I seen The healing waters move; And others, round me, stepping in Their efficacy prove. But my complaints remain, I feel the very same; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain. As when at first I came. O would the Lord appear My malady to heal; He knows how long I’ve languished here; And what distress I feel. How often have I thought Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought Is not for such as I. But whither can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of sovereign virtue flow To make a sinner whole. Here then, from day to day, I’ll wait, and hope, and try; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die? No: He is full of grace; He never will permit A soul, that fain would see His face, To perish at His feet.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 5:6] Soul Of Jesus, Make Me Whole

  Soul of Jesus, make me whole, Meek and contrite make my soul; Thou most stainless Soul divine, Cleanse this sordid soul of mine, Hallow this my contrite heart, Purify my every part; Soul of Jesus, hallow me, Miserere Domine. Save me, body of my Lord, Save a sinner, vile, abhorred; Sacred body, wan and worn, Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn, Piercèd hands and feet and side, Rent, insulted, crucified: Save me: to the cross I flee, Miserere Domine. Blood of Jesus, stream of life, Sacred stream with blessings rife, From the broken body shed On the cross, that altar dread; Giv’n to be our drink divine, Fill my heart and make it thine; Blood of Christ, my succor be, Miserere Domine. Holy water, stream that poured From Thy riven side, O Lord, Wash thou me without, within, Cleanse me from the taint of sin, Till my soul is clean and white, Bathed and purified and bright As a ransomed soul should be, Miserere Domine. Jesus, by the wondrous power Of Thine awful passion hour, By the unimagined woe Mortal man may never know; By the curse upon Thee laid, By the ransom Thou hast paid, By Thy passion comfort me, Miserere Domine. Jesus, by Thy bitter death, By Thy last expiring breath, Give me the eternal life, Purchased by that mortal strife; Thou didst suffer death that I Might not die eternally; By Thy dying quicken me, Miserere Domine. Miserere, let me be Never parted, Lord, from Thee; Guard me from my ruthless foe, Save me from eternal woe; When the hour of death is near, And my spirit faints for fear, Call me with Thy voice of love, Place me near to Thee above, With Thine angel host to raise An undying song of praise, Miserere Domine.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yoh 5:6] Wilt Thou Be Made Whole?

  Hear the footsteps of Jesus, He is now passing by, Bearing balm for the wounded, Healing all who apply; As He spake to the suff’rer Who lay at the pool, He is saying this moment, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Wilt thou be made whole? Wilt thou be made whole? O come, weary suff’rer, O come, sin-sick soul; See the life-stream is flowing, See the cleansing waves roll, Step into the current and thou shalt be whole. ’Tis the voice of that Savior, Whose merciful call Freely offers salvation To one and to all; He is now beck’ning to Him Each sin-tainted soul, And lovingly asking, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Are you halting and struggling, Overpowr’d by your sin, While the waters are troubled Can you not enter in? Lo, the Savior stands waiting To strengthen your soul; He is earnestly pleading, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Refrain Blessčd Savior, assist us To rest on Thy Word; Let the soul healing power On us now be outpoured; Wash away every sin-spot, Take perfect control, Say to each trusting spirit, “Thy faith makes thee whole.” Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal