Kidung Jemaat
1 Samuel 2:2
Hatiku Bersukaria [KJ.77]
1. Hatiku bersukaria
mengagungkan nama Tuhan, Allah, Juru s'lamatku.
2. DiindahkanNya hambaNya;
kini dan senantiasa diberkati namaku.
Luk 1:4
3. Kar'na Allah Mahakuasa
melakukan karya agung kepadaku yang rendah.
4. Mahasuci Nama Allah; rahmatNya turun-temurun
atas orang salehNya.
5. DinyatakanNya kuasa
hingga orang congkak hati habis oleh tanganNya
6. DisuruhNya turun takhta
pembesar dan panguasa ditinggikan yang rendah.
Mzm 75:8
Mzm 113:7-9
Yeh 21:26
7. Orang lapar dikenyangkan
orang kaya dihampakan dan disuruhNya pergi.
Mzm 107:9
8. Sungguh Ia melepaskan
Umat Israel, hambaNya, kar'na rahmatNya kekal.
9. Seperti dijanjikanNya
pada Abraham semula untuk s'lama-lamanya.Kej 12:3
Kej 17:7
Kej 22:18
Mzm 105:42
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Hymns
1 Samuel 3:1
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[1Sa 3:1] How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word
How precious, Lord, Thy sacred Word,
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls in deep distress!
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,
Thy promise leads to rest.Thy threat’nings wake our slum’bring eyes,
And warn us where our danger lies;
But ’tis Thy Gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[1Sa 3:1] My Precious Bible
My Bible, precious treasure!
Worth more than gems or gold;
Be it my choicest treasure
Thy covers to unfold.
Thy fair illumined pages
With God’s own glory shine;
Down through the long, long ages,
It gleams in ev’ry line.Refrain
My precious Bible! ’tis a book divine,
Where heavenly truth and mercy shine,
And wisdom speaks in ev’ry line,
Speaks to me, speaks to me,
Speaks good news to me.For God’s exceeding glory,
His very life is love;
All through His sacred story
Its splendor is inwove.
It glows in man’s creation,
And O! more radiant still,
In His complete salvation,
From sin and mortal ill.Refrain
I read and weep and wonder,
How God, a holy God,
Could still the law’s wild thunder,
With mercy, gentle word.
How raise the pale transgressor,
Bow low with pain and fear,
And make him Heav’n’s possessor,
With Christ, the Son, an heir.Refrain
O, marvelous relation!
O, tender, pitying love!
Of saints the admiration,
The song of host above.
Be this my wondrous story,
My daily, fresh delight,
And in this flood of glory,
My soul be ever bright.Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[1Sa 3:1] Precious Words
O the joy while thus we meet,
Learning here at Jesus’ feet
Words of truth that point the way
To realms of day!
Precious words of worth untold,
Ever new but never old,
May we read them o’er and o’er,
And love them more.Words that tell of Him Who came
In His Father’s blessèd name;
And the angels at His birth
Sang “Peace on earth”;
Words that tell His love to men,
How He died and rose again,
To provide a mansion fair
That we might share.Words that kindly say to all,
While their tones like music fall,
“Come to Jesus while you may;
He calls today”;
If our heart we open wide,
He will then with us abide;
We may dwell with Him above,
Where all is love.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[1Sa 3:1] There’s A Picture Fair And Bright
There’s a picture fair and bright,
Hanging still on memory’s wall:
There I see my father take the Book divine;
Dear home faces gathered round,
As the shadows softly fall,
And a light from out the pages seems to shine.Refrain
Dear old Book, precious Book,
On thy pages soiled and worn I love to look!
O thou balm for hearts that ache,
For my sainted mother’s sake,
Thou art dearer day by day, thou blessèd Book!While I look, the pictures change,
And I see my mother’s face;
In her hand the Bible, worn and stained with tears;
But the light is shining still,
And within the hallowed place
There is comfort for earth’s griefs and doubts and fears.Refrain
O the blessèd days of old,
When I felt my mother’s hand,
With its tender touch of love upon my head,
While the old, old, story sweet,
Which a child can understand,
From the pages of the Book divine she read.Refrain
When I long for voices hushed,
And the touch of vanished hands,
In the darkness when death’s angel spreads his wing,
Let me turn to mother’s Book,
With its comforts and commands,
For the peace and hope its blessèd pages bring!Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 12:1-2
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[Psa 12:1] Help, Lord, For Those Who Love Thee Fail
Help, Lord, for those who love Thee fail,
Thy faithful ones fall from the ranks,
And leave the liars to their tale,
False gratitude and treacherous thanks.Lord, may those flattering lips be lashed,
The boasting mouths stripped of their pride,
Those tongues that murmur unabashed,
Who is this God? We shall abide!“Because the poor have been oppressed,
And in their patience sigh alone,
I will protect them in My breast,”
The Lord has said, “These are Mine own.”And what He saith is purified
Like silver, sevenfold assayed.
Though by this evil age defied,
His Word of truth shall be obeyed.His promises shall stand secure,
His saints are safe, though ill betide,
He will protect His humble poor,
Though rogues are honored far and wide.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 12:1] Lord, If Thou Dost Not Soon Appear
Lord, if Thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;
A faithful man amongst us here
Will scarce be found, if Thou delay.The whole discourse, when neighbors meet,
Is filled with trifles loose and vain;
Their lips are flattery and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.But lips that with deceit abound
Shall not maintain their triumph long;
The God of vengeance will confound
The flattering and blaspheming tongue.“Yet shall our words be free,” they cry;
“Our tongues shall be controlled by none:
Where is the Lord will ask us why?
Or say our lips are not our own?”The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed,
And hears th’oppressor’s haughty strain,
Will rise to give His children rest,
Nor shall they trust His Word in vain.Thy Word, O Lord, though often tried,
Void of deceit shall still appear;
Not silver, seven times purified,
From dross, and mixture, shines so clear.Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm;
Though when the vilest men have power,
On every side will sinners swarm.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 12:1] O Lord, Be Thou My Helper True
O Lord, be Thou my Helper true,
For just and godly men are few;
The faithful who can find?
From truth and wisdom men depart,
With flattering lips and double heart,
They speak their evil mind.The lips that speak, the truth to hide,
The tongues of arrogance and pride,
That boastful words employ,
False speaking tongues that boast their might,
That own no law, that know no right,
Jehovah will destroy.Because the poor are sore oppressed,
Because the needy are distressed,
And bitter are their cries,
The Lord will be their Helper strong;
To save them from contempt and wrong
Jehovah will arise.Jehovah’s promises are sure,
His words are true, His words are pure
As silver from the flame.
Though base men walk on every side,
His saints are safe, whate’er betide,
Protected by His Name.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 12:1] O Lord, Look Down From Heaven
O Lord, look down from Heaven, behold
And let Thy pity waken:
How few are we within Thy fold,
Thy saints by men forsaken!
True faith seems quenched on every hand,
Men suffer not Thy Word to stand;
Dark times have us o’ertaken.With fraud which they themselves invent
Thy truth they have confounded;
Their hearts are not with one consent
On Thy pure doctrine grounded.
While they parade with outward show,
They lead the people to and fro,
In error’s maze astounded.May God root out all heresy
And of false teachers rid us
Who proudly say: “Now, where is he
That shall our speech forbid us?
By right or might we shall prevail;
What we determine cannot fail;
We own no lord and master.”Therefore saith God, “I must arise,
The poor My help are needing;
To Me ascend My people’s cries,
And I have heard their pleading.
For them My saving Word shall fight
And fearlessly and sharply smite,
The poor with might defending.”As silver tried by fire is pure
From all adulteration,
So through God’s Word shall men endure
Each trial and temptation.
Its light beams brighter through the cross,
And, purified from human dross,
It shines through every nation.Thy truth defend, O God, and stay
This evil generation;
And from the error of their way
Keep Thine own congregation.
The wicked everywhere abound
And would Thy little flock confound;
But Thou art our Salvation.Play source: Cyberhymnal
