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Kidung Jemaat
Jeremiah 23:4-5
Tumbuhlah Tunas Baru [KJ.93]
1. Tumbuhlah tunas baru di tunggul Isai, yang pada masa lalu disyairkan nabi. Nubuatnya genap: bunga harapan Lahir di malam yang gelap.
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Yes 11:1, 10 Yer 23:5 Why 22:16
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2. Ini maksud Yesaya dengan nubuatnya: lahir dati Maria seorang Putera. Kudus dan mulia Firman menjadi daging; Perawan bundaNya.
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Yoh 1:14
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3. Bunga begitu mungil yang harum dan lembut, menghapus dari bumi gelap dan kemelut. Sungguh manusia dan sungguh-sungguh Allah, Penebus dunia.
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4. mari menyambut "Amin" atas karunia. Ya Yesus, kami yakin; ya Tuhan tolonglah, Agar dengan syukur kami memuji Dikau di KerajaanMu.
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Hymns
Jeremiah 6:17
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[Jer 6:17] Bugle Call
Hearken to the bugle call, Let us rally one and all In the ranks of our own Sunday School. Every Sunday of the year We will all assemble here In the ranks of our own Sunday School. We will many more invite For the cause of truth and right In the ranks of our own Sunday School. Here together we’ll be taught From the precious word of God In the ranks of our own Sunday School. |
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Jeremiah 23:4-5
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[Jer 23:5] Birthday Of A King, The
In the little village of Bethlehem, There lay a Child one day; And the sky was bright with a holy light O’er the place where Jesus lay. Refrain Alleluia! O how the angels sang. Alleluia! How it rang! And the sky was bright with a holy light ’Twas the birthday of a King. ’Twas a humble birthplace, but O how much God gave to us that day, From the manger bed what a path has led, What a perfect, holy way. Refrain |
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[Jer 23:5] My God! How Perfect Are Thy Ways!
My God! how perfect are Thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what Thou hast done To save me from my sin; I cannot make Thy mercies known But self-applause creeps in. Divine desire, that holy flame Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name, When it returns to Thee. This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow? While self upon the surface floats Still bubbling from below. Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merit shine; The Lord shall be my righteousness The Lord for ever mine. |
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