Kidung Jemaat
Psalms 90:3-10
- Kau, Allah, Benteng yang Baka [KJ.330]
1. Kau, Allah, benteng yang baka, suaka yang teguh,
dahulu dan selamanya harapan umatMu.
2. Sejak dahulu takhtaMu pelindung kaum kudus;
dengan kuasa tanganMu Kaubela kami t'rus.
3. Tatkala alam semesta belum Engkau bentuk,
Engkaulah Allah yang baka dan tiada akhirMu.
4. Seribu tahun bagiMu sehari sajalah,
sesingkat jaga malam pun berganti tugasnya.
1 Ptr 3:8
5. Daging dan darah mengejar perkara yang fana;
di arus waktu sebentar lenyap semuanya.
1 Kor 15:50
Mzm 102:26-28
6. Terhanyutlah manusia di zaman yang deras;
sepintas mimpi umurnya yang tiada berbekas.
Mzm 103:15-18
Mzm 144:3-4
Yes 40:6-8
7. Ya Tuhan, kau kekal teguh Pelindung kaum kudus;
kiranya dalam rumahMu umatMu umatMu tinggal t'rus!Play - Siang, Malam, Musim, Tahun [KJ.331]
1. Siang, malam, musim, tahun gilir ganti melenyap; bayang-
bayangnya berlalu, tiada satu yang tetap. Hidup kita menjalani
jangka waktu dunia; tak terulang yang terjadi, tinggal tanggung jawabnya.
2. Orang hidup ditinggalkan oleh pendahulunya, kita pun menuju
makam yang fana. Dari bumi kita lahir dan kembali padaNya;
tanpa rahmat yang ilahi, apakah manusia?
Pkh 1:4
Mzm 89:48-49
Kej 3:19
Mzm 103:14
Mzm 144:3-4
3. Sungguh, Allah mengasihi dunia ciptaanNya: dalam PutraNya
sendiri Ia tinggal beserta. Yang percaya kepadaNya, tak binasa
tenggelam, tapi hidup selamanya dalam Dia yang menang.
Yoh 3:16
Mat 1:23
4. Walau zaman menghanyutkan tiap hal di dunia, pengasihanMu,
ya Tuhan, untuk s'lama-lamanya! Di segala perubahan, dalam
duka apapun, dalam Kristus aku aman: kau menjadi Bapaku!
Mzm 90:5-10
Mzm 103:15-18
Yes 40:6-8
5. Bapa, Sumber pengasihan, Bapa dalam t'rang dan g'lap. Bapa
dalam kematian, pun di kubur yang senyap, setiaMu tak berubah,
kasihMu tetap teguh: Bapa, kepadaMu jua kuserahkan diriku.
6. Siang, malam, musim, tahun, biar kamu melenyap; dalam suka
dan dukaku rahmat Allahku tetap! TanganNya menuntun daku
lewat zaman dunia dan akhirnya 'ku selalu tinggal dalam rumahNya.Mzm 31:16
Mzm 23:6
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Hymns
Psalms 90:3-10
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[Psa 90:4] Thou Glorious God, Before Whose Face
Thou glorious God, before Whose face
The generations pass away,
As, to our eyes, the tender grace
And marvel of each shining day!We thank Thee for the joy sublime
Of years so radiant with Thy power
That all the best of endless time
Seems granted to the fleeting hour.We praise Thee for the surer right,
The clearer message from above,
The lengthening day, the shortening night,
The wiser ministries of love.We bless Thee for the friends we miss,
Who made our peace, and stilled our pain;
We trust Thee on some height of bliss
To bring them close to us again.We magnify Thy holy Name;
And while in Thee our hearts rejoice,
Strong be our wills, through praise and blame,
To do the bidding of Thy voice.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:10] And Am I Only Born To Die?
And am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature’s stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity?How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve
And props the house of clay?
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against the fatal day.No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone:
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
The inexorable throne!No matter which my thoughts employ,
A moment’s misery, or joy;
But O! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined place?
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends, or angels spend?Nothing is worth a thought beneath
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies;
How make mine own election sure,
And, when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be Thou my guide, be Thou my way
To glorious happiness;
Ah, write the pardon on my heart,
And whensoe’er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:10] And Let This Feeble Body Fail
And let this feeble body fail,
And let it droop and die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In my Redeemer’s breast.In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer out my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away His servant’s tears,
And take His exile home.O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise:
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:10] All Men Living Are But Mortal
All men living are but mortal,
Yea, all flesh must fade as grass;
Only through death’s gloomy portal
To eternal life we pass.
This frail body here must perish
Ere the heav’nly love joys it cherish,
Ere it gain the free reward
For the ransomed of the Lord.Therefore, when my God doth choose it,
Willingly I’ll yield my life
Nor will grieve that I should lose it,
For with sorrows it was rife.
In my dear Redeemer’s merit
Peace hath found my troubled spirit,
And in death my comfort this:
Jesus’ death my source of bliss.Jesus for my sake descended
My salvation to obtain;
Death and hell for me are ended,
Peace and hope are now my gain;
Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness
For the home of heav’nly gladness,
Where I shall forever see
God, the Holy Trinity.There is joy beyond our telling,
Where so many saints have gone;
Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling,
Worshiping before the throne,
There the seraphim are shining,
Evermore in chorus joining:
“Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Triune God, for aye adored!”Patriarchs of sacred story
And the prophets there are found;
The apostles, too, in glory
On twelve seats are there enthroned,
All the saints that have ascended
Age on age, through time extended,
There in blissful concert sing
Hallelujahs to their King.O Jerusalem, how glorious
Dost thou shine, thou city fair!
Lo, I hear the tone victorious
Ever sweetly sounding there.
Oh, the bliss that there surprises!
Lo, the sun of morn now rises,
And the breaking day I see
That shall never end for me.Yea, I see what here was told me,
See that wondrous glory shine,
Feel the spotless robes enfold me,
Know a golden crown is mine,
Thus before the throne so glorious
Now I stand a soul victorious,
Gazing on that joy for aye
That shall never pass away.Play source: Cyberhymnal