Kidung Jemaat

Luke 23:40

• Tercurah Darah Tuhanku [KJ.35] ( There is a Fountain Filled with Blood )

  1. Tercurah darah Tuhanku di bukit Golgota; yang mau bertobat, ditebus, terhapus dosanya, terhapus dosanya, terhapus dosanya yang mau bertobat, ditebus, terhapus dosanya.	Za 13:1 Ibr 9:11-14 1 Yoh 1:7
  2. Penyamun yang di sisiNya di b'ri anugerah; pun aku yang penuh cela dibasuh darahNya, dibasuh darahNya, dibasuh darahNya, pun aku yang penuh cela dibasuh darahNya.	Luk 23:40-43
  3. Ya Anakdomba, darahMu tak hilang kuasanya, sehingga s'lamat umatMu dan suci s'lamanya, dan suci s'lamanya, dan suci s'lamanya, sehingga s'lamat umatMu dan suci s'lamanya.
  4. Sejak kupandang salibMu dengan iman teguh, kasihMulah kupuji t'rus seumur hidupku, seumur hidupku, seumur hidupku, kasihMulah kupuji t'rus seumur hidupku.
  5. Dan jika nanti lidahku tak lagi bergerak, tetap kupuji kuasaMu di sorgaMu kelak, di sorgaMu kelak, di sorgaMu kelak, tetap kupuji kuasaMu di sorgaMu kelak.
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Hymns

Psalms 36:1-3

• [Psa 36:1] Trespass Of The Wicked Man, The

  The trespass of the wicked man Most plainly testifies That fear of God’s most holy Name Is not before his eyes. He cherishes the empty hope, Although his sin be great, It never shall be brought to light And viewed with righteous hate. The words he utters with his mouth Are wickedness and lies; He keeps himself from doing good, And ceases to be wise. While on his bed his thought he gives To planning wickedness; He sets himself in evil ways, He shuns not to transgress.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 36:1] While Men Grow Bold In Wicked Ways

  While men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, “Their thoughts believe there’s none.” Their thoughts and ways at once declare, Whate’er their lips profess, God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they seek His grace. What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes! But there’s a hastening hour, When they shall see with sore surprise The terrors of Thy power. Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep, unfathomed sea. Above the heav’ns’ created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds Where time and nature end. Safety to man Thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of Thy wings Thy children choose to rest. From Thee, when creature-streams run low. And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day, Where clouds can never rise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal