Kidung Jemaat

Deuteronomy 12:1--26:15

• Inilah Hari Kelima Puluh [KJ.241]

  	R:Bil 28:16-31
  1. Inilah Hari Kelimapuluh, Hari Pentakosta; panen pertama menjadi nampak, panen dari Paskah.	Kel 23:16 Kel 34:22 Im 23:15-22 Ul 16:9-12 Kis 2:1
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  3. Biji benih yang telah ditanam dengan air mata hidup menjadi tumbuhan dan buahnya sudah nyata.	Mzm 126:5-6 Mrk 4:26-29
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  5. Yesus ditanam dan bangkit pula pada masa Paskah, kini buahNya menjadi nyata pada Pentakosta.	Yoh 12:24 Yoh 4:35
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  7. Yesus tanaman yang mahaagung, diberkati Allah; nampaklah hasil tanaman itu: orang yang percaya.	Mat 9:37-38 Luk 10:2
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  9. Hasil pertama mengandung janji untuk panen akhir: nanti tuaian purnama datang, janganlah kuatir!	Kol 1:18
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Hymns

Deuteronomy 12:1--26:15

• [Deu 15:4] God Bless Our Native Land

  God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night! When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Father Eternal, save Us by Thy might! Lo! our hearts’ prayers arise Into the upper skies, Regions of light! He Who hath heard each sigh, Watches each weeping eye: He is forever nigh, Venger of Right. Not for this land alone, But be God’s mercies shown From shore to shore; And may the nations see That men should brothers be, And form one family The wide world o’er.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Deu 15:11] O Brother Man

  O brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. For he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken: The holier worship which He deigns to bless Restores the lost, and binds the spirit broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless. Follow with reverent steps the great example Of Him Whose holy work was doing good; So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. Then shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o’er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Deu 15:14] Bless Thou The Gifts Our Hands Have Brought

  Bless Thou the gifts our hands have brought; Bless Thou the work our hearts have planned. Ours is the faith, the will, the thought: The rest, O God, is in Thy hand.
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• [Deu 16:10] I Bring Thee All

  Father of love, of justice and of mercy, Thou art the dawn, the star at eventide; Show Thou Thy face, and light my way to Calv’ry, There all my sins in Thee to hide. I bring Thee all my sins, None can forgive but Thee. Refrain I bring Thee all, I bring Thee all; O, give Thyself to me, I bring Thee all. O Thou, of Whom the heav’ns are but a symbol, Be Thou the sun that draws my heart to Thee; Be Thou the light the stars at night do kindle, Thy love is more than all to me. I bring Thee all my heart, None do I love like Thee. Refrain O Man of Sorrows, praying in the garden, Thy sweat as blood falls down upon the ground. In that dark agony my sins are pardoned; My solace in Thy grief is found. I bring Thee all my tears, None can console like Thee. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Deu 26:14] Hark, Hark, My Soul! (allon)

  Hark, hark, my soul! the Savior’s voice is calling, E’en now it breathes o’er life’s dark troubled sea; His gracious truth like heav’nly dew is falling; Hark, hark, my soul! thy Father calls for thee! Father of mercy, Father of love! Thee would we follow to our blest home above. Hark, hark, my soul! from Heav’n that voice is pleading With thee, ere evil days draw darkly near; Still by His Word our Father’s hand is leading, From sin and shame, from sorrow, doubt and fear. Father of mercy, Father of love! Thee would we follow to our blest home above. Hark, hark, my soul! still, still that voice is sounding Like music sweet, from some far distant shore, While angel bands, our daily path surrounding, Lead God’s dear children on forevermore. Father of mercy, Father of love! Thee would we follow to our blest home above.

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  source: Cyberhymnal