Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 5:2-3

• Pujian Malam Kunyanyikan [KJ.326]

  1. Pujian malam kunyanyikan; syukur, ya Tuhan, padaMu. Meskipun sinar surya hilang, Engkau tetap cahayaku. Tiada sayang ibu-bapak yang menandingi sayangMu: Tak putus 'ku Kau pelihara, Kau Sumber rahmat bagiku.	Mat 7:11
  2. Dengan setia Kau menjaga, mengasuh dan membimbingku. Engkau sertaku tiap saat, pun dalam susah dan keluh. Sekarang tiba malam hari; tubuhku melepas lelah. Telah Kautolong dari pagi: syukurku, Tuhan t'rimalah!	Mzm 121
  3. Anug'rah yang Engkau berikan tak beralaskan jasaku: jikalau dosaku Kauingat 'ku layak t'rima murkaMu. Syukur, di dalam darah Kristus pengampunanMu Tertera dan oleh pendamaian itu Kaubuat hatiku lega.	Mzm 130:3 Rm 3:23-25 Ef 2:3-10
  4. Ya Tuhan, malam ini juga padaMu aku berserah. Semoga 'ku bernyanyi pula ketika fajar merekah. Dan bila Kau memanggil aku selagi aku terlelap, Kiranya di depan takhtaMu sejahteraMu kukecap.	Mzm 5:4 Mzm 59:17 Mzm 92:3
  5. Kutahu siapa 'ku percaya, baik siang atau malam pun: Kau Gunung Batu kes'lamatan, landasan pengharapanku! Sesudah hariku berakhir dan aku tamat berlelah, 'kan Kusyukuri hari-hari yang t'lah kaub'ri di dunia.	2 Kor 1:20-22 2 Tim 1:12 Mzm 62:3, 7 Mzm 95:1
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• Suci, Suci, Suci [KJ.2] ( Holy, Holy, Holy )

  1. Suci, suci, suci Tuhan Maha kuasa! Dikau kami puji di pagi yang teduh. Suci, suci, suci, murah dan perkasa, Allah Tritunggal, agung namaMu!	Yes 6:2-3 Mzm 5:4
  2. Suci, suci, suci! Kaum kudus tersungkur di depan takhtaMu memb'ri mahkotanya Segenap malaikat sujud menyembahMu, Tuhan, Yang Ada s'lama-lamanya.	Why 4:6-11
  3. Suci, suci, suci! Walau tersembunyi, walau yang berdosa tak nampak wajahMu, Kau tetap Yang Suci, tiada terimbangi, Kau Mahakuasa, murni kasihMu	Ul 5:23-24 Mzm 18:12 1 Tim 6:16
  4. Suci, suci, suci! Tuhan Mahakuasa! Patut Kau dipuji seluruh karyaMu. Suci, suci, suci, murah dan perkasa, Allah Tritunggal, agung namaMu!	Mzm 69:35 Mzm 103:22 Mzm 145:10
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Hymns

Psalms 10:1

• [Psa 10:1] O Why So Far Removed

  O why so far removed, O Lord, And why so distant be; Why hidest Thou Thy face from us In our anxiety? The wicked in unholy pride The lowly poor oppress; Let them be taken in the snare Of their own craftiness. The wicked in his arrogance Refuses God to fear, Nor is it in his thoughts at all The sovereign God to hear. His ways are grievous and Thy laws Too high for him to see; He therefore his defiance bids, And taunts his enemy. For he within his heart has said, I suffer no distress, Adversity comes not to me, I still have had success. In cursing and deceit and fraud His tongue is ever skilled; With festering iniquity His mouth is ever filled. He lurks in village hiding place, And in dark corners bent, He watches for the humble poor, To seize the innocent. In stealth he cowers covertly As lion in his lair, That he may pounce upon the poor, And catch him in his snare. He crouches low so that the poor To his strong friends may fall, And tells himself that God forgets Or sees it not at all. Arise, O Lord, and lift Thy hand, The poor in memory keep. How can the wicked blaspheme God And say He is asleep? For surely Thou dost see, O Lord, Dost see the sin and spite; And when the helpless look to Thee Thou dost their wrong requite. Break Thou the force of evil men, Befriend the fatherless, Trace out the wicked everywhere, Uproot their wickedness. The Lord our God is sovereign still, The heathen all are slain. Thou, Lord, hast heard the suppliant’s prayer And dost his heart sustain. No more shall boasting arrogance Or taunting pride oppress; The poor and orphaned Thou wilt hear And judge with righteousness.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 10:1] Wherefore Is It That Thou, O Lord

  Wherefore is it that Thou, O Lord, Dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest Thou Thyself, When times so troublous are? The wicked in his loftiness Doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram’d Let them be taken sure. The wicked of his heart’s desire Doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that’s covetous, Whom yet the Lord doth hate. The wicked, through his pride of face, On God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart The Lord is not at all. His ways they always grievous are; Thy judgments from his sight Removèd are: at all his foes He puffeth with despight. Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not movèd be; And no adversity at all Shall ever come to me. His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, Is fill’d abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is Mischief and vanity. He closely sits in villages; He slays the innocent: Against the poor that pass him by His cruel eyes are bent. He, lion-like, lurks in his den; He waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, His prey he doth him make. Himself he humbleth very low, He croucheth down withal, That so a multitude of poor May by his strong ones fall. He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides His countenance, and He For ever sees it not. O Lord, do Thou arise; O God, Lift up Thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones Out of Thy memory. Why is it that the wicked man Thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require He in his heart denies. Thou hast it seen; for their mischief And spite Thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to Thee; Thou art the orphan’s stay. The arm break of the wicked man, And of the evil one; Do Thou seek out his wickedness, Until Thou findest none. The Lord is King through ages all, Ev’n to eternity; The heathen people from His land Are perish’d utterly. O Lord, of those that humble are Thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and Thou To hear wilt bend Thine ear; To judge the fatherless, and those That are oppressèd sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, May them oppress no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 10:1] Why Dost Thou Stand Afar

  Why dost Thou stand afar, O Lord, in our distress? And why dost Thou conceal Thyself When troublous times oppress? Do Thou, O Lord, arise; O God, lift up Thy hand; Forget Thou not the suffering poor, The humble in the land. Their foes Thou dost behold, Their wrongs Thou wilt repay; The poor commit themselves to Thee, Thou art the orphans’ stay. Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer When humble hearts drew nigh; Thou also wilt revive their strength And ever hear their cry. Defend the fatherless, And all who are oppressed, That they by human pride and power May be no more distressed.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 10:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 10:1] Why Standest Thou Afar, O Lord?

  Why standest Thou afar, O Lord, Why art Thou hid in trouble’s hour? The wicked persecute the poor In haughty pride and reckless power. Let their devices work their fall, For in their shame is all their pride; And while they seek unrighteous gain The Lord of justice is defied. The wicked thinks, in foolish pride, There is no God Who will repay; He has no fear of God or man Because God’s judgments long delay. Unmoved by fear of coming doom, On fraud and wickedness intent, With craft he lurks and waits to catch The helpless and the innocent. A lion crouching for his prey, He waits the poor to overthrow; He thinks that God remembers not, Or hides His face and will not know. Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand, O God, protect the poor and meek; Why should the proud Thy justice doubt, And words of bold defiance speak? O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite, The sin and sorrow Thou dost see; The helpless and the fatherless Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee. Break Thou the power of wicked men And let their works no longer stand, The Lord is King forevermore, Who drove the nations from His land. Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer, The fainting heart Thou wilt restore, The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain, That mortal man may boast no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 5:2-3

• [Psa 5:3] Another Day Begun!

  Another day begun! Lord, grant us grace that we, Before the setting of the sun, Redeem the time for Thee. Another day of toil! To Thee we yield our powers; Keep Thou our souls from guilty soil Through all the passing hours. Another day of fear! For watchful is our foe, And sin is strong, and death is near, And short our time below. Another day of hope! For Thou art with us still, And Thine almighty strength can cope With all who seek our ill. Another day of grace To help us on our way! One step towards the resting-place, The eternal Sabbath-day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] As The Sun Doth Daily Rise

  As the sun doth daily rise, Brightening all the morning skies, So to Thee with one accord Lift we up our hearts, O Lord. Day by day provide us food, For from Thee come all things good; Strength unto our souls afford From Thy living bread, O Lord. Be our guard in sin and strife; Be the leader of our life; Lest from Thee we stray abroad, Stay our wayward feet, O Lord. Quickened by the Spirit’s grace All Thy holy will to trace While we daily search Thy Word, Wisdom true impart, O Lord. Praise we, with the heavenly host, Father, Son and Holy Ghost; Thee would we with one accord Praise and magnify, O Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] Father, We Thank Thee

  Father, we thank Thee for the night, And for the pleasant morning light; For rest and food and loving care, And all that makes the world so fair. Help us to do the things we should, To be to others kind and good; In all we do, in work or play, To love Thee better day by day.
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• [Psa 5:3] I With Thee Would Begin

  I with Thee would begin, O my Savior so dear, On the way that I still must pursue; I with Thee would begin every day granted here, As my earnest resolve I renew To be and remain Thine forever. I with Thee would begin and go forth in Thy Name, Which alone doth salvation bestow; Fold me close to Thy breast where found joy all who came, There is refuge for me, too, I know, Though all in this world is confusion. Let Thy Word all divine be my lamp in whose light I may constantly keep to Thy way; And each day wouldst Thou cleanse me anew, make me white In the blood shed for me on that day The cross Thou didst suffer, Lord Jesus. I with Thee would begin—yea, and hear one more prayer, I would close with Thee, too, my brief day, And when daylight has failed, let me sleep in Thy care, Until waking Thy child Thou dost say, “Come, live with Me ever in Heaven.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] My Opening Eyes With Rapture See

  My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of this returning day; My thoughts, O God, ascend to Thee, While thus my early vows I pay. I yield my heart to Thee alone, Nor would receive another guest: Eternal King, erect Thy throne, And reign sole monarch in my breast. O bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought, through all the day. Then, to Thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of Thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] Now That The Daylight Fills The Sky

  Now that the daylight fills the sky, We lift our hearts to God on high, That He, in all we do or say, Would keep us free from harm today. May He restrain our tongues from strife, And shield from anger’s din our life, And guard with watchful care our eyes From earth’s absorbing vanities. O may our inmost hearts be pure, From thoughts of folly kept secure, And pride of sinful flesh subdued Through sparing use of daily food. So we, when this day’s work is o’er, And shades of night return once more, Our path of trial safely trod, Shall give the glory to our God. All praise to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the Spirit we adore Forever and forevermore.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] O Father, Hear My Morning Prayer

  O Father, hear my morning prayer, Thine aid impart to me, That I may make my life today Acceptable to Thee. May this desire my spirit rule, And, as the moments fly, Something of good be born in me, Something of evil die. Some grace that seeks my heart to win, With shining victory meet; Some sin that strives for mastery Find overthrow complete. That so throughout the coming day The hours shall carry me A little farther from the world, A little nearer Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] We Praise Thee, Lord, With Earliest Morning Ray

  We praise Thee, Lord, with earliest morning ray; We praise Thee with the glowing light of day: All things that live and move, by sea and land, Forever ready at Thy service stand. The nations all are singing night and day, “Glory to Thee, the mighty God, for aye! By Thee, through Thee, in Thee all beings are!” The listening earth repeats the song afar. Thy Name is great, Thy kingdom in us dwell; Thy Will constrain, and feed and guide us well: Guard us, redeem us in the evil hour; For Thine the glory, Lord, and Thine the power!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 5:3] You That Have Spent The Silent Night

  You that have spent the silent night In sleep and quiet rest, And joy to see the cheerful light That riseth in the east, Now clear your voice, now cheer your heart, Come, help me now to sing; Each willing wight, come bear a part, To praise the heavenly King. And you whom care in prison keeps Or sickness doth suppress, Or secret sorrow breaks your sleeps Or dolours to distress: Yet bear a part in humble wise, Yea, think it good accord, And full and fitting sacrifice Each soul to praise the Lord. Unto His joys for to attain God grant us all His grace, And send us after worldly pain In Heav’n to have a place; Where we may still enjoy that light Which never shall decay: Lord, for Thy mercy lend us might To see that joyful day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal