Kidung Jemaat

Exodus 2:10

• Yerusalem, O Kota Daud [KJ.134]

  1. Yerusalem, o kota Daud, betapa kau berubah! Mengapakah tak lagi kau menjunjung citra sorga? Majusi datang padamu mencari Putra Damai; Engkau gelisah terkejut, tak sadar Ia sampai.	Mat 2:1-3
  2. Yerusalem, mengapakah kausangkal maksud Tuhan? Di manakah sejahtera yang harus kauwujudkan? Serupa dulu sang Firaun membunuh anak-anak, Herodes pun di takhta Daud telah berbuat jahat.	Kel 1:15-22 Mat 2:16-18
  3. O Betlehem di Efrata, tempat mesias lahir, mestinya kau bahagia sebab Rajamu hadir. Tetapi duka dan gentar mengganti damai itu: Di mana-mana terdengar ratapan ibu-ibu.	Yer 31:15
  4. O Betlehem, pusaka Daud, anakmu kaukuburkan, tetapi di Mesir nunjauh Yang Satu diluputkan. Serupa Musa yang kecil dijaga oleh Miryam, Sang Bayi Yesus di Mesir tentram dengan Maria.	Mat 2:13-15 Kel 2:1-10
  5. Yerusalem dan Betlehem, tempatmu tidak aman; seluruh bumi, kau telah sesat sepanjang zaman. Manusia, bertobatlah, tinggalkan kejahatan, Sebab dengan sejahtera Mesias sudah datang!	Mat 3:2
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Hymns

Exodus 2:22

• [Exo 2:22] I Am A Poor Wayfaring Stranger

  I am a poor wayfaring stranger, While traveling through this world of woe. Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright world to which I go. I’m going there to see my Father; I’m going there no more to roam. Refrain I’m only going over Jordan, I’m only going over home. I know dark clouds will gather round me; I know my way is rough and steep. But golden fields lie out before me Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep. I’m going there to see my mother, She said she’d meet me when I come. Refrain I’ll soon be free from every trial, My body sleep in the churchyard; I’ll drop the cross of self denial And enter on my great reward. I’m going there to see my Savior, To sing His praise forevermore. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Exo 2:22] A Pilgrim Through This Lonely World

  A pilgrim through this lonely world The blessèd Savior passed; A mourner all His life was He, A dying Lamb at last, A dying Lamb at last. That tender heart that felt for all, For all its life blood gave; It found on earth no resting place Save only in the grave, Save only in the grave. Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? Or love a faithless, evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn, That wreathed His brow with thorn? No! facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient, still, We homeward press through storm or calm To Zion’s blessèd hill, To Zion’s blessèd hill. By faith His boundless glories there Our wondering eyes behold; Those glories which eternal years Shall never all unfold; Shall never all unfold.

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  source: Cyberhymnal