Kidung Jemaat

Hebrews 4:9

• Batu Penjuru G'reja [KJ.252]

  1. Batu penjuru G'reja dan Dasar yang esa, yaitu Yesus Kristus, Pendiri umatNya. Dengan kurban darahNya Gereja ditebus; baptisan dan firmanNya membuatNya kudus.	Mzm 118:22 Yes 28:16 1 Kor 3:10-11 Ef 2:20 1 Ptr 2:6-7 Ibr 9:14 1 Ptr 1:18-19 Why 5:9 Ef 5:25-27
  2. Terpanggil dari bangsa seluruh dunia, manunggallah Gereja ber-Tuhan Yang Esa. Aneka kurnianya, esa baptisannya, esa perjamuannya, esa harapannya.	Rm 12:4-5 1 Kor 12:4 Ef 4:3-7 1 Kor 10:16-17
  3. Dilanda perpecahan dan faham yang sesat. Jemaat diresahkan tekanan yang berat. Kaum kudus menyerukan, "Berapa lamakah?" Akhirnya malam duka diganti t'rang cerah.	1 Kor 11:18-19 Ef 4:14 Why 6:9-10
  4. Gereja takkan punah selama-lamanya, dibimbing tangan Tuhan, dibela kasihNya. Ditantang pengkhianat dan banyak musuhnya, dan bertahanlah jemaat dan jaya mulia.	Mzm 46 Mat 16:18
  5. Di dalam pencobaan dan perjuangannya dinantikan zaman sejahtera baka. Di mata tercerminkan Gereja yang menang mencapai perhentian sentosa cemerlang.	Tit 2:13 Yak 5:7-8 2 Ptr 3:10-13 Why 12:11 Ibr 4:9-10
  6. Gereja yang di sorga dan yang di dunia bersatu dalam Tuhan, Ketiga Yang Esa Ya Tuhan, b'ri anug'rah supaya kami pun Engkau tempatkan juga kekal dirumahMu.	Mzm 23:6 Yoh 14:2-3
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• Di Jalanku 'Ku Diiring [KJ.408]

  1. Di jalanku 'ku diiring oleh Yesus Tuhanku. Apakah yang kurang lagi, jika Dia Panduku? Diberi damai sorgawi, asal imanku teguh. Suka-duka dipakaiNya untuk kebaikanku; Suka-duka dipakaiNya untuk kebaikanku.	Ul 31:6, 8 Yos 1:5, 9 Mzm 23:1-4 Mzm 73:23 Rm 8:28
  2. Di jalanku yang berliku dihiburNya hatiku; bila tiba pencobaan dikuatkan imanku. Jika aku kehausan dan langkahku tak tetap, dari cadas didepanku datang air yang sedap; dari cadas didepanku datang air yang sedap.	Kel 17:6
  3. Di jalanku nyata sangat kasih Tuhan yang mesra. Dijanjikan perhentian di rumahNya yang baka. Jika jiwaku membubung meninggalkan dunia, Kunyanyikan tak hentinya kasih dan pimpinanNya; Kunyanyikan tak hentinya kasih dan pimpinanNya.	Ibr 4:9-10 Mzm 23:6 Yoh 14:2-3
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• Hari Minggu, Hari Kebangkitan [KJ.191]

  1. Hari Minggu, Hari Kebangkitan, kami sambut fajarmu. Di terangmu daya maut hilang, kalah sudah seteru. Kristus, Matahari Kehidupan, o, pancarkan sinar penghiburan dan harapan yang penuh akan damai Sabatmu.	Mrk 16:2 1 Kor 15:26 Ibr 2:14-15 1 Yoh 3:8 Mal 4:2
  2. Atas panggilanMu kami bangkit, hidup dalam hidupMu. Dari kubur-dosa kami tampil, dibebaskan Roh Kudus. Ajar kami tiap-tiap hari di kematianMu turut mati, agar bangkit dan teguh ikut jalan jayaMu.	Rm 6:3-4 Kol 2:12 1 Kor 15:22 Rm 6:18, 22 Rm 6:6 Gal 2:19-20 Gal 5:24-25 Ef 5:14
  3. Hidup, mati, kami mengalami perlindunganMu tetap. Nanti gurun dunia dijalani, masa duka pun genap. Sungguh indah Hari Perhentian menyudahi malam kematian, Saat kami menyembah Dikau di terang baka.	Rm 14:8 Ibr 4:9-10 1 Tes 4:14
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• O Hari Istirahat [KJ.20] ( O Day of Rest and Gladness )

  1. O Hari Istirahat, ceria dan cerah, pelipur hati hasrat, o hari mulia! Bernyanyilah semua bersatu menyembah: "Kudus, kudus, kuduslah" kepada Yang Esa.	Yes 6:2-3 Why 4:6-8
  2. Padamu, Hari Ahad, terciptalah terang dan Kristus, Jurus'lamat, t'lah bangkit dan menang; padamu pun terjadi Roh Kudus diberi: sempurna tiga kali terangmu berseri.	Kej 1:3 Mrk 16:2
  3. O Hari perteduhan di badai dunia, bak taman penghiburan kausambut yang lelah, bak sungai kau segarkan semangat yang gersang, bak Nebo kau tempatnya melihat Kanaan.	Ul 32:48-52
  4. Pun Hari Minggu ini panggilan terdengar dan umat menghadiri kumpulan yang besar, di mana Firma Tuhan menyuar yang gelap; terhidang roti sorga dan air alhayat.	Yes 55:1 Mat 11:28 2 Ptr 1:19 Yoh 6:32-58 Why 22:17
  5. Sentosa Hari Tuhan membimbing umatNya menuju perhentian, tempat sejahtera. Terpuji Allah Bapa dan Putra TunggalNya Dan Roh Pengantar Sabda, - Ketiga yang Esa !	Ibr 4:9-10 Why 7:17
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• Pada Kaki SalibMu [KJ.368]

  	R:Gal 6:14; Ibr 12:2; Ibr 4:9-10
  1. Pada kaki salibMu, Yesus, 'ku berlindung; Air hayat Golgota pancaran yang agung.	Why 7:17
  2. SalibMu, salibMu yang kumuliakan Hingga dalam sorga k'lak ada perhentian.
  3. Pada kaki salibMu kasihMu kut'rima; Sinar Bintang Fajar t'rang yang memb'ri cahaya.
  4. SalibMu, salibMu yang kumuliakan Hingga dalam sorga k'lak ada perhentian
  5. Pada kaki salibMu kuingat kurbanMu, dalam jalan hidupku kukenang selalu.
  6. SalibMu, salibMu yang kumuliakan Hingga dalam sorga k'lak ada perhentian
  7. Pada kaki salibMu 'ku tetap percaya, hingga dalam sorga k'lak jiwaku bahagia.
  8. SalibMu, salibMu yang kumuliakan Hingga dalam sorga k'lak ada perhentian
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Psalms 47:9

• Masyhurkan RajaMu [KJ.224] ( Rejoice, the Lord Is King )

  1. Masyhurkan Rajamu, Allah Maha besar; ucapkan syukurmu, bernyanyi bergemar! Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mzm 47
  2. Tuhanmu Penebus, yang melepaskan kau, memb'rikan darahNya pembasuh dosamu. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mat 26:28 Ibr 9:11-14 1 Yoh 1:7
  3. Buana, langit pun di bawah kuasaNya. Kunci neraka, maut, dib'rikan padaNya. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mat 28:18 Kol 1:16 Why 1:18
  4. Di muka takhtaNya semua bertelut; musuhNya menyembah tersungkur bersujud. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Rm 14:11 Flp 2:9-11
  5. Nantikan bersyukur Sang Hakim semesta, yang datang menjemput semua hambaNya. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mat 25:31-33 Flp 3:20 1 Tes 1:10 Yoh 14:2-3
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Psalms 47:1

• Masyhurkan RajaMu [KJ.224] ( Rejoice, the Lord Is King )

  1. Masyhurkan Rajamu, Allah Maha besar; ucapkan syukurmu, bernyanyi bergemar! Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mzm 47
  2. Tuhanmu Penebus, yang melepaskan kau, memb'rikan darahNya pembasuh dosamu. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mat 26:28 Ibr 9:11-14 1 Yoh 1:7
  3. Buana, langit pun di bawah kuasaNya. Kunci neraka, maut, dib'rikan padaNya. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mat 28:18 Kol 1:16 Why 1:18
  4. Di muka takhtaNya semua bertelut; musuhNya menyembah tersungkur bersujud. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Rm 14:11 Flp 2:9-11
  5. Nantikan bersyukur Sang Hakim semesta, yang datang menjemput semua hambaNya. Suaramu dan hatimu berpadu 'muji Tuhanmu!	Mat 25:31-33 Flp 3:20 1 Tes 1:10 Yoh 14:2-3
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• Nyanyian Malaikat Nyaring Bergema [KJ.223] ( Golden Harps Are Sounding )

  	R:Mzm 47:1; Mrk 16:19; Luk 24:51; Kis 1:9
  1. Nyanyian malaikat nyaring bergema, sorga t'lah terbuka bagi Rajanya. Kristus Raja mulia, jaya dan megah, Yesus, Raja kasih, naik takhtaNya.	Mat 16:27 1 Tim 3:16
  2. Sudahlah sempurna karya s'lamatNya; Yesus naik ke sorga. Puji namaNya!
  3. Dia yang tersalib bagi dunia pada sisi Bapa kini mulia tak sengsara lagi, hidup s'lamanya. Yesus, Raja mulia, naik takhtaNya! Yesus, Raja kasih, naik takhtaNya.	Why 5:6 Mat 25:31 Kis 7:55-56 Ef 1:20-22 Ibr 1:3-4, 13 Why 7:17
  4. Sudahlah sempurna karya s'lamatNya; Yesus naik ke sorga. Puji namaNya!
  5. Yesus dalam sorga, agung kasihNya: Ia mendoakan kita umatNya; kasi dan anug'rah dicurahkanNya; tempat bagi kita disiapkanNya. Yesus, Raja kasih, naik takhtaNya.	Rm 8:34 1 Yoh 2:1 2 Kor 13:13 Ef 4:7-8 Yoh 14:2
  6. Sudahlah sempurna karya s'lamatNya; Yesus naik ke sorga. Puji namaNya!
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Hymns

Hebrews 4:9

• [Heb 4:9] And Now The Wants Are Told

  And now the wants are told, that brought Thy children to Thy knee; Here lingering still, we ask for naught, But simply worship Thee. The hope of Heav’n’s eternal days Absorbs not all the heart That gives Thee glory, love, and praise For being what Thou art. For Thou art God, the One, the Same, O’er all things high and bright; And round us, when we speak Thy Name, There spreads a heav’n of light. O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell On excellence divine; To know that naught in man can tell How fair Thy beauties shine! O Thou, above all blessing blest, O’er thanks exalted far, Thy very greatness is a rest To weaklings as we are; For when we feel the praise of Thee A task beyond our powers, We say, “A perfect God is He, And He is fully ours.” All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, While endless ages run.

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• [Heb 4:9] Beautiful Vale Of Rest

  My soul with rapture waits for thee, Beautiful vale of rest; My home beyond the rolling sea, Beautiful vale of rest; I long to sing thy pleasures o’er, The glories of thy tranquil shore, Where pain and sorrow come no more— Happy vale of rest. Refrain Beautiful vale of rest, Beautiful vale of rest, My soul with rapture longs for thee, O! lovely vale of rest. Thy radiant fields and glowing skies, Beautiful vale of rest; Too pure and bright for mortal eyes, Beautiful vale of rest; Beside the living stream that flows, The weary heart shall find repose— Thy pearly gates shall never close, Happy vale of rest. Refrain The joys of earth, how soon they fade! Beautiful vale of rest; Like morning dew or evening shade, Beautiful vale of rest; Yet, when we reach thy golden strand, Our gentle Savior’s promised land, We’ll sing with all the angel band, Happy vale of rest. Refrain O! who would dwell forever here, Beautiful vale of rest; With joy, unfading joy so near, Beautiful vale of rest; O! may I live that I may wear A starry crown forever there, And breathe thy sweet and balmy air, Happy vale of rest. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Blessed Homeland

  Gliding o’er life’s fitful waters, Heavy surges sometimes roll; And we sigh for yonder haven, For the homeland of the soul. Refrain Blessèd homeland, ever fair! Sin can never enter there; But the soul, to life awaking, Everlasting bloom shall wear. Oft we catch a faint reflection, Of its bright and vernal hills; And, though distant, how we hail it! How each heart with rapture thrills! Refrain To our Father, and our Savior, To the Spirit, Three in One, We shall sing glad songs of triumph When our harvest work is done. Refrain ’Tis the weary pilgrim’s homeland, Where each throbbing care shall cease, And our longings and our yearnings, Like a wave, be hushed to peace. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Come, Let Us Join With One Accord

  Come, let us join with one accord In hymns around the throne: This is the day our rising Lord Has made and called His own. This is the day that God has blest, The brightest of the sev’n, Type of that everlasting rest The saints enjoy in Heav’n. Then let us in His Name sing on, And hasten to that day When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away. Not one, but all our days below Let us in hymns employ; And in our Lord rejoicing, Go to His eternal joy.

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• [Heb 4:9] Friend After Friend Departs

  Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessèd clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life’s affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire. There is a world above, Where parting is unknown, A whole eternity of love, Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in Heaven’s own light.

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• [Heb 4:9] Gathering Home

  Up to the bountiful Giver of life, Gathering home! gathering home! Up to the dwelling where cometh no strife, The dear ones are gathering home. Refrain Gathering home! Gathering home! Never to sorrow more, never to roam. Gathering home! Gathering home! God’s children are gathering home! Up to the city where falleth no night, Gathering home! gathering home! Up where the Savior’s own face is the light, The dear ones are gathering home. Refrain Up to the beautiful mansions above, Gathering home! gathering home! Safe in the arms of His infinite love, The dear ones are gathering home. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Homeward Bound

  Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, We’re homeward bound, homeward bound; Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide, We’re homeward bound, homeward bound; Far from the safe, quiet harbor we rode, Seeking our Father’s celestial abode; Promise of which on us each He bestowed: We’re homeward bound, homeward bound. Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, We’re homeward bound, homeward bound; Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores: We’re homeward bound, homeward bound; Steady, O pilot! stand firm at the wheel; Steady! we soon shall outweather the gale; Oh, how we fly ’neath the loud creaking sail! We’re homeward bound, homeward bound. Into the harbor of Heav’n now we glide; We’re home at last, home at last; Softly we drift on its bright silver tide; We’re home at last, home at last; Glory to God! all our dangers are o’er; We stand secure on the glorified shore; Glory to God! we will shout evermore: We’re home at last, home at last;

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• [Heb 4:9] How Sweet The Hour Of Closing Day

  How sweet the hour of closing day, When all is peaceful and serene, And when the sun, with cloudless ray, Sheds mellow luster o’er the scene! Such is the Christian’s parting hour; So peacefully he sinks to rest, When faith, endued from Heav’n with power, Sustains and cheers his languid breast. Mark but that radiance of his eye, That smile upon his wasted cheek; They tell us of his glory nigh, In language that no tongue can speak. A beam from Heav’n is sent to cheer The pilgrim on his gloomy road; And angels are attending near, To bear him to their bright abode. Who would not wish to die like those Whom God’s own Spirit deigns to bless? To sink into that soft repose, Then wake to perfect happiness?

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• [Heb 4:9] If There Be That Skills To Reckon

  If there be that skills to reckon All the number of the blest, He perchance can weigh the gladness Of the everlasting rest, Which, their earthly exile finished, They by merit have possessed. Through the vale of lamentation Happily and safely past, Now the years of their affliction In their memory they recast, And the end of all perfection They can contemplate at last. There the gifts of each and single All in common right possess; There each member hath his portion In the Body’s blessedness; So that he, the least in merits, Shares the guerdon none the less. In a glass through types and riddles Dwelling here, we see alone; Then serenely, purely, clearly, We shall know as we are known, Fixing our enlightened vision On the glory of the throne. There the Trinity of Persons Unbeclouded shall we see; There the Unity of Essence Perfectly revealed shall be; While we hail the Threefold Godhead And the simple Unity. Wherefore, man, take heart and courage, Whatsoe’er thy present pain; Such untold reward through suffering Thou may’st merit to attain; And for ever in His glory With the Light of light to reign.

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• [Heb 4:9] I’m But A Stranger Here

  I’m but a stranger here, Heav’n is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heav’n is my home. Danger and sorrow stand round me on every hand; Heav’n is my fatherland, Heav’n is my home. What though the tempest rage, Heav’n is my home; Short is my pilgrimage, Heav’n is my home; Time’s cold and wild wintry blast soon shall be over past; I shall reach home at last, Heav’n is my home. There at my Savior’s side Heav’n is my home; I shall be glorified, Heav’n is my home. There are the good and blest, those I loved most and best; There, too, I soon shall rest, Heav’n is my home. Therefore I murmur not, Heav’n is my home; Whate’er my earthly lot, Heav’n is my home; And I shall surely stand there at my Lord’s right hand. Heav’n is my fatherland, Heav’n is my home.

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• [Heb 4:9] Jesus, I Am Resting, Resting

  Jesus, I am resting, resting, In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, And Thy beauty fills my soul, For by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole. Refrain Jesus, I am resting, resting, In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. O, how great Thy loving kindness, Vaster, broader than the sea! O, how marvelous Thy goodness, Lavished all on me! Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd, Know what wealth of grace is Thine, Know Thy certainty of promise, And have made it mine. Refrain Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art, And Thy love, so pure, so changeless, Satisfies my heart; Satisfies its deepest longings, Meets, supplies its every need, Compasseth me round with blessings: Thine is love indeed! Refrain Ever lift Thy face upon me As I work and wait for Thee; Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth’s dark shadows flee. Brightness of my Father’s glory, Sunshine of my Father’s face, Keep me ever trusting, resting, Fill me with Thy grace. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Lord, I Believe A Rest Remains

  Lord, I believe a rest remains To all Thy people known, A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And Thou art loved alone. A rest where all our soul’s desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. O that I now the rest might know, Believe, and enter in! Now, Savior, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin. Remove this hardness from my heart, This unbelief remove: To me the rest of faith impart, The Sabbath of Thy love.

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• [Heb 4:9] Lord, On Thy Returning Day

  Lord, on Thy returning day, From common labor freed, We are come to sing and pray With felt returning need: Come to seek our former rest, Come to urge our old request. Show us, Lord, the goal of life, And give us heart to run; Breathe the peace that follows strife, Lest future work we shun: Hearts that hasty time has grieved Are by Sabbath calm relieved. We would sing as in the rays Of mercy ever bright, Which endureth, to Thy praise, Forever Thy delight: Sing for happiness we know, Or that we may happy grow. We would pray as those who stand Their truest Friend beside, Whom He takes as by the hand, Unto their God to guide; By His power, and for His sake, Fully us Thy children make.

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• [Heb 4:9] Maker Of Earth, To Thee Alone

  Maker of earth, to Thee alone Perpetual rest belongs; And the bright choirs around Thy throne May pour their endless songs. But we—ah holy now no more! Are doomed to toil and pain; Yet exiles on an alien shore May sing their country’s strain. Father, whose promise binds Thee still To heal the suppliant throng, Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill That banish us so long. And, while we mourn, in faith to rest Upon Thy love and care, Till Thou restore us with the blest The song of heaven to share. O God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, To Thee be praise, great Three in One, From Thy created host.

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• [Heb 4:9] My Ain Countrie

  I am far frae my hame, an’ I’m weary aftenwhiles, For the langed for hame bringin’, an’ my Father’s welcome smiles; An’ I’ll ne’er be fu’ content, until mine een do see The gowden gates o’ Heav’n an’ my ain countrie. Refrain The earth is fleck’d wi’ flowers, mony tinted, fresh an’ gay The birdies warble blithely, for my Faither made them sae: But these sights an’ these soun’s will as naething be to me, When I hear the angels singin’ in my ain countrie. I’ve His gude word o’ promise that some gladsome day, the King To His ain royal palace his banished hame will bring; Wi’een an’ wi’ hert rinnin’ owre, we shall see The King in His beauty, in oor ain countrie. Refrain Sae little noo I ken, o’ yon blessèd, bonnie place I only ken it’s Hame, whaur we shall see His face, It wad surely be eneuch for ever mair to be In the glory o’ His presence, in oor ain countrie. Refrain He is faithfu’ that hath promised, an He’ll surely come again, He’ll keep His tryst wi’ me, at what oor I dinnna ken; But He bids me still to wait, an’ ready aye to be, To gang at ony moment to my ain countrie. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] My Heart Is Yearning Ever

  My heart is yearning ever To reach a place of rest. Jerusalem, my happy home, In thee my heart shall never By sin or grief be pressed. My heart is yearning ever To reach that city bright. Within its radiant portals None ever sheds a tear; God’s city bright gives all delight, No grief nor wail or mortals Is where the Lamb is near; Within its radiant portals None ever sheds a tear. Their blessèd Lord and Savior Doth rule and govern them In peace and joy, without alloy, For sin can enter never The new Jerusalem; Their blessèd Lord and Savior Doth rule and govern them. Behold the goal in glory, Now shining from afar. O city of the God of love, Where no more earthly worry My happiness shall mar! Behold the goal in glory, Now shining from afar. And even I shall conquer In Jesus’ Name and might; Tho’ weak and faint, still as a saint I’ll in the haven anchor, Sweet haven of delight. Yea, even I shall conquer In Jesus’ Name and might.

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• [Heb 4:9] Now The Busy Week Is Done

  Now the busy week is done, Now the rest-time is begun; Thou hast brought us on our way, Kept and led us day by day; Now there comes the first and best, Day of worship, light and rest. Hallow, Lord, the coming day! When we meet to praise and pray, Hear Thy Word, Thy feast attend, Hours of happy service spend; To our hearts be manifest, Lord of labor and of rest. For Thy children gone before We can trust Thee and adore; All their earthly week is past, Sabbath-time is theirs at last; Fold them, Father, to Thy breast, Give them everlasting rest. Guide us all the days to come, Till Thy mercy call us home: All our powers do Thou employ, Be Thy work our chiefest joy; Then, the promised land possessed, Bid us enter into rest.

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• [Heb 4:9] O Sleepless Nights, O Cheerless Days

  O sleepless nights, O cheerless days, O sobs, that will not cease; Be still, be still! kind are His ways, Christ is the Prince of Peace: ’Tis well thy head, in throbbing pain, May pillow on His breast; Weep there thy tears like springtime rain— He gives the mourner rest. Toil bravely on, ’twill not be long Thy bark shall plow the main; Steer well; thy guide shall be the song That rings from Heaven’s plain; And watch thou for the gleaming lights That shine across the wave; They’re planted on fair Heaven’s heights, The mariner to save. Steer well! the harbor just ahead Aglow with glory’s ray, Will on thee golden luster shed, From out the gates of day, And waiting there are longing hands That thrill to clasp thine own, And lead thee thro’ the heav’nly land Into the bright unknown. Oh, strive thou well to overcome, And clothe thyself in white, Wait patiently thy welcome home To scenes of glory bright: The Lord loves those He chastens sore, And binds the bleeding wound; And gently heals the heart He tore, That grace may more abound!

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• [Heb 4:9] Rest At Home

  Whate’er my afflictions or trials may be, I want to live faithful, my Savior, to Thee, To walk as a Christian, my temper subdued, And feel, through Thy mercy, in spirit renewed. Refrain Home, home, home, sweet, sweet home, I know there is rest with Thy people at home, I know there is rest with Thy people at home. Though dark is my path in this valley of sin, O give me the light of Thy comfort within, To shield me from danger wherever I roam, And guide me at last to Thy people at home. Refrain I want to be humble, resigned to Thy will, In sunshine or tempest to follow Thee still, Yet, lured by the tempter, how often I roam, Forgetful, alas! of my God and my home. Refrain No parent so tender, so friend is so dear, No voice like my Savior’s can banish my fear; By faith in Thy promise to Thee I will come, O, give me a place with Thy people at home. Refrain When shall I rise from this desert of gloom, Beyond the deep shadows that darken the tomb, In Eden, dear Eden, transported to roam, And sing hallelujahs with angels at home? Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Rest For The Weary

  In the Christian’s home in glory There remains a land of rest; There my Savior’s gone before me, To fulfill my soul’s request. Refrain There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land. Refrain Pain and sickness ne’er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But, in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear. Refrain Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed! Hail with joy the rising morn. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Rest If You Will

  O why are you clinging to earth’s fading flow’rs, Tho’ fragrant its blossoms and lovely its bow’rs? The cold breath of winter will sweep them away, Then why from your fatherland, O why will you stay? Refrain Why will you stay? Jesus calls you today, Your poor aching hearts for rest are longing still, And yet in His mercy you may rest if you will. O why are you dreaming of hopes that are frail, That die like the leaflet when tossed by the gale? The heart’s weary longings the world cannot still, And yet in the Savior you may rest if you will. Refrain O why are you slighting the voice of the Lord, Refusing to follow His life giving Word? No love like the Savior’s your lone hearts can fill, That love is inviting you to rest if you will. Refrain O why are you waiting when time flies apace? Take heed that ye spurn not God’s message of grace; O trust not the pleasures that charm to deceive, But come to the Savior and, repenting, believe. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] Rest Remaineth For The Weary, A

  A rest remaineth for the weary; Arise, sad heart, and grieve no more; Though long the way, and dark and dreary, It endeth on the golden shore. Before His throne the Lamb will lead thee, On heav’nly pastures He will feed thee, Cast off thy burden, come with haste; Soon will the toil and strife be ended, The weary way which thou hast wended. Sweet is the rest which thou shalt taste. The Father’s house has many a dwelling, And there will be a place for thee. With perfect love His heart is welling Who loved thee from eternity. His precious blood the Lamb hath given That thou might’st share the joys of Heaven, And now He calleth far and near: “Ye weary souls, cease your repining, Come while for you My light is shining; Come, sweetest rest awaits you here!” O come, come all, ye weak and weary, Ye souls bowed down with many a care; Arise and leave your dungeons dreary And listen to His promise fair: “Ye bore your burdens meek and lowly, I will fulfill My pledge most holy, I’ll be your solace and your rest. Ye are Mine own, I will requite you; Though sin and Satan seek to smite you, Rejoice! Your home is with the blest.” There rest and peace in endless measure Shall be ours through eternity; No grief, no care, shall mar our pleasure, And untold bliss our lot shall be. Oh, had we wings to hasten yonder— No more o’er earthly ills to ponder— To join the glad, triumphant band! Make haste, my soul, forget all sadness; For peace awaits thee, joy and gladness— The perfect rest is nigh at hand.

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• [Heb 4:9] Softly Fades The Twilight Ray

  Softly fades the twilight ray, Of the holy Sabbath day; Gently as life’s setting sun, When the Christian’s course is run. Night her solemn mantle spreads O’er the earth as daylight fades; All things tell of calm repose, At the holy Sabbath’s close. Peace is on the world abroad, ’Tis the holy peace of God; Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin. Still the Spirit lingers near, Where the evening worshipper Seeks communion with the skies, Pressing onward to the prize. Savior, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in Thee! Till in Heav’n our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne’er shall close.

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• [Heb 4:9] There Is A Blessed Home

  There is a blessèd home, Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow; Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. There is a land of peace, Good angels know it well; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell; Around its glorious throne Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father One, And Spirit, evermore. O joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb Who died, And count each sacred wound In hands, and feet, and side; To give to Him the praise Of every triumph won, And sing through endless days The great things He hath done. Look up, ye saints of God, Nor fear to tread below The path your Savior trod Of daily toil and woe; Wait but a little while In uncomplaining love His own most gracious smile Shall welcome you above.

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• [Heb 4:9] There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep

  There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found; They safely lie and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground, low in the ground. The storms that sweep the wintry sky No more disturb their deep repose, Than summer evening’s latest sigh That shuts the rose, that shuts the rose. Thy soul renewed by grace divine, In God’s own image, freed from clay, In Heav’n’s eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day, a star of day. The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky, The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die, shall never die!

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• [Heb 4:9] There Is A Paradise Of Rest

  There is a Paradise of rest On yonder tranquil shore, Beyond the shadow and the gloom of night, Where toil and tears are o’er. Refrain Meet me there, oh, meet me there, At the dawning of that morning bright and fair; Meet me there, oh, meet me there, In the land beyond the river meet me there. There is a city crowned with light, Its joy no tongue can tell; For they who enter shall behold the King, And in His presence dwell. Refrain There is a crown laid up on high That Christ the Lord will give To those who patiently His coming wait, And for His glory live. Refrain Oh, then be faithful unto death, Press on the heavenly way, That we may enter through the gates of life To realms of endless day. Refrain

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• [Heb 4:9] There Is An Hour Of Peaceful Rest

  There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wand’rers given; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast, ’Tis found above in Heav’n. There is a soft, a downy bed, Far from these shades of even— A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head And find repose in Heaven. There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, When storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but Heav’n. There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in Heav’n. There, fragrant flowers, immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There, rays divine disperse the gloom: Beyond the confines of the tomb, Appears the dawn of Heav’n.

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• [Heb 4:9] Thine Earthly Sabbaths, Lord, We Love

  Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there’s nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire With ardent love and strong desire. In Thy blest kingdom we shall be From every mortal trouble free; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. O long expected day, begin; Dawn on this world of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, and rest in God.

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• [Heb 4:9] To Realms Of Glory

  To realms of glory in the skies I see my Lord returning, While I, a stranger in the earth, For heaven am ever yearning. ’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam, Far from my heavenly Father’s home. Yet visions of the promised land By faith my soul obtaineth; There shall I dwell forevermore Where Christ in glory reigneth; In mansions of that bright abode, The city of the living God. In that blest city is no night, Nor any pain or weeping; There is my treasure, there my heart, Safe in the Savior’s keeping; In heaven, my risen Lord, with Thee May all my thought and living be. How blessèd shall those servants be, O Lord, at Thy returning, Whose hearts are waiting still for Thee, Whose lamps are trimmed and burning; Them wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee In joy and peace eternally.

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• [Heb 4:9] When Winds Are Raging

  When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, ’Tis said, far down, below the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce so e’er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest! There is a temple, sacred evermore, And all the babble of life’s angry voices Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door. Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth, And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce so e’er it flieth, Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee. O Rest of rests! O Peace, serene, eternal! Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never. And in the secret of Thy presence dwelleth Fullness of joy, forever and forever.

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Psalms 47:1

• [Psa 47:1] All Nations, Clap Your Hands

  All nations, clap your hands, Let shouts of triumph ring, For mighty over all the lands The Lord Most High is King. Above our mighty foes He gave us power to stand, And as our heritage He chose The goodly promised land. With shouts ascends our King, With trumpet’s stirring call; Praise God, praise God, His praises sing, For God is Lord of all. O sing in joyful strains, And make His glory known; God over all the nations reigns, And holy is His throne. Our fathers’ God to own The kings of earth draw nigh, For none can save but God alone, He is the Lord Most High.

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• [Psa 47:1] Clap Your Hands, Ye People All

  Clap your hands, ye people all, Praise the God on Whom ye call; Lift your voice, and shout His praise, Triumph in His sovereign grace! Glorious is the Lord most High, Terrible in majesty; He His sovereign sway maintains, King o’er all the earth He reigns. Jesus is gone up on high, Takes His seat above the sky: Shout the angel-choirs aloud, Echoing to the trump of God. Sons of earth, the triumph join, Praise Him with the host divine; Emulate the heavenly powers, Their victorious Lord is ours. Shout the God enthroned above, Trumpet forth His conquering love; Praises to our Jesus sing, Praises to our glorious King! Power is all to Jesus given, Power o’er hell, and earth, and Heav’n! Power He now to us imparts; Praise Him with believing hearts. Wonderful in saving power, Him let all our hearts adore; Earth and Heav’n repeat the cry, “Glory be to God most High!”

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• [Psa 47:1] Hark! The Sounds Of Singing

  Hark! the sounds of singing Coming on the breeze, Notes of triumph winging Over lands and seas. Martial hosts assemble, Flushed with victory, Hell’s battalions tremble And prepare to flee. Refrain Army of salvation! Army of the Lord! Christ our Inspiration Christ our great Reward. Whence have come these legions, Valiant, free and strong? Worldwide are the regions Where they combat wrong. Gathering ’neath our banner While the trumpets blend, Here in fervent manner Let our praise ascend. Refrain Plucked as brands from burning, Saved by Jesus’ might, Earth’s allurement spurning, We for Christ will fight. He Who found and freed us From our captive chain, Surely He will lead us To eternal gain. Refrain Wondrous, wondrous story Of our God-made host, Unto Jesus glory ’Tis in Him we boast. Out of every nation, By His might restored, Army of salvation, Army of the Lord. Refrain

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• [Psa 47:1] O For A Shout Of Sacred Joy

  O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sov’reign King! Let ev’ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus our God ascends on high, His heav’nly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets’ joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth His honors sing; O’er all the earth He reigns. Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song, Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. In Isr’el stood His ancient throne, He lov’d that chosen race; But now He calls the world His own, And heathens taste His grace. The British islands are the Lord’s, There Abraham’s God is known; While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before His throne.

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• [Psa 47:1] Rejoice Ye People, Homage Give

  Rejoice, ye people, homage give, To God with voice of triumph sing; He ruleth in dread majesty, The great, the universal King. He putteth nations under us And maketh us triumphant stand; He giveth for our heritage His promised rest, a goodly land. God hath ascended with a shout, Jehovah with the trumpet’s sound; Sing praise to God our King, sing praise, Yes, let His glorious praise abound. Our God is King of all the earth, With thoughtful heart His praise make known; O’er all the nations God doth reign, Exalted on His holy throne. To praise and serve our cov’nant God The princes of the earth draw nigh; All kingly pow’rs belong to Him, He is exalted, God most high.

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• [Psa 47:1] Shout Of Mighty Triumph, A

  A shout of mighty triumph Through nature’s realm is heard, A shout which calls creation To hail th’Incarnate Word. Away with clouds and darkness! All hail, thrice blessèd morn; Sing out with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Is this, ye holy shepherds, The mighty newborn King? This Child, so sweet and gentle, Can He such rapture bring? O yes! He comes, the Savior Of sinful earth forlorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! The cruel, cruel foeman This Child shall overthrow; Full soon, the fierce destroyer, His Lord’s stern might shall know: Of all his boasted power Soon to be roughly shorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! But say, sweet virgin mother, The Child upon thy breast, Will He receive young children, And share with them His rest? O yes! He will with glory Both old and young adorn; Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born! Rejoice then, youths and maidens, Old men and children, too; Lift up your cheerful voices, With bliss and rapture true! Ring out, ye towers and steeples! Blow, trumpet, pipe and horn! Then shout with joy, ye mortals, For Jesus Christ is born!

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Psalms 2:10

• [Psa 2:10] God Send Us Men

  God send us men whose aim ’twill be, Not to defend some ancient creed, But to live out the laws of Christ In every thought and word and deed. God send us men alert and quick His lofty precepts to translate, Until the laws of Christ become The laws and habits of the state. God send us men of steadfast will, Patient, courageous, strong and true, With vision clear and mind equipped His will to learn, his work to do. God send us men with hearts ablaze, All truth to love, all wrong to hate; These are the patriots nations need; These are the bulwarks of the state.

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