Kidung Jemaat

John 2:11

• Dari Terbitnya Surya T'rang [KJ.137]

  1. Dari terbitnya surya t'rang sampai dibarat terbenam Sang Kristus dimuliakanlah, yang dilahirkan Maria.	Mzm 113:3 Mal 1:11
  2. Maha Pencipta dunia menjadi hamba terendah dan menebus manusia dari bencana dosanya.	Flp 2:6-8
  3. T'lah lahir Sang Imanuel yang diwartakan Gabriel; Yohanes mengelukanNya dalam kandungan bundanya.	Mat 1:32Luk 1:26-38 Luk 1:41, 44
  4. Walaupun Raja semesta, palungan tak ditolakNya; Yang menghidupi burung pun, kini menyusu tersenyum.	Mzm 147:9 Luk 2:7
  5. Biduan sorga mulia memuji Allah, BapaNya, dan kaum gembala mendengar tentang Gembala yang Besar.	Luk 2:8-14
  6. Orang Majusi dari jauh melihat bintang Putra Daud, pergi memandang T'rang Baka, mempersembahkan hartanya.	Mat 2:1-11
  7. Herodes, kau mengapakah cemas menyambut datangNya yang sungguh tidak akan mau berkuasa seperti engkau?	Mat 2:3
  8. Ratapan ibu terdengar di pembunuhan yang besar oleh Herodes yang kejam terhadap tunas Betlehem.	Yer 31:15 Mat 2:16-18
  9. Para sarjana Alkitab menguji Dia yang berhak bermukim s'lama-lamanya di dalam rumah BapaNya.	Luk 2:46-49
  10. Berdiri, putih cemerlang, Sang Anakdomba di Yordan: pertanda kerelaanNya menghapus dosa dunia.	Mrk 1:9-11 Yoh 1:29
  11. Air jadi anggur yang terbaik mukjizat kuasaNya ajaib: yang kosong dipenuhiNya dengan berkat karunia!	Yoh 2:1-11
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Philippians 1:21

• Bila 'Ku Tertidur [KJ.325]

  1. Bila 'ku tertidur nanti, Kau menunggu diriku; b'rilah 'ku pikiran suci, jauhkan dari seteru. Walau tubuh tak sedar, hati hamba tak gentar, kar'na Yesus di sampingku, sukacita di hatiku.
  2. Waktu siang atau malam pada Dikau 'ku teduh; walau jalan hidup suram, tinggal t'rus di sisiMu. Yesus, Pengharapanku, Kaulah Jurus'lamatku; aku yakin Kau setia dulu, s'karang dan s'lamanya.	Mzm 121:6
  3. Yesus Kristus, Anak Allah, bimbing aku yang penat; biar dalam suka duka 'ku bertahan tak sesat! Bila tiba ajalku, itu untung bagiku: aku 'kan bersama Tuhan hidup dalam kesukaan.	Flp 1:21
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Hymns

John 2:11

• [Joh 2:11] Glory To Thee, O Lord (beadon)

  Glory to Thee, O Lord, Who by Thy mighty power Didst manifest Thy glory forth In Cana’s marriage hour. Thou spakest: it was done: Obedient to Thy word, The water reddening into wine Proclaimed the present Lord. Blest were the eyes which saw That wondrous mystery, The great beginning of Thy works That kindled faith in Thee. And blessèd they who know Thine unseen presence true, When in the kingdom of Thy grace Thou makest all things new. For by Thy loving hand Thy people still are fed; Thine is the cup of blessing, Lord, And Thou the heavenly bread. O may that grace be ours, Ever in Thee to live, And drink of those refreshing streams, Which Thou alone canst give. So, led from strength to strength, Grant us, O Lord, to see The marriage supper of the Lamb, Thy great Epiphany.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Philippians 1:21

• [Phi 1:21] Dear Master, In Thy Way

  Dear Master, in Thy way Our willing feet shall tread; What joy Thy mandate to obey, Our great and glorious Head. The closing waters hid Our former world, and we, Seeking through death our Savior’s side, Rejoice to die with Thee. And as we rise again, Be this confession giv’n, That we have ris’n with Christ to reign The Lord of earth and Heav’n. So would we die to live, And live no more to die; Our risen lives, O Christ, receive And seal them in the sky.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] It Is Not Death To Die

  It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God. It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose, To spend eternal years. It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breath the air Of boundless liberty. It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust And rise, on strong exulting wing To live among the just. Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die: Like Thee, they conquer in the strife To reign with Thee on high.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] Let Thoughtless Thousands Choose

  Let thoughtless thousands choose the road That leads the soul away from God; This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely Thine. On Christ, by faith, I fain would live, From Him my life, my all, receive, To Him devote my fleeting hours, Serve Him alone with all my powers. Christ is my everlasting All; To Him I look, on Him I call; He will my every want supply In time and through eternity. Soon will the Lord, my Life, appear; Soon shall I end my trials here, Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain. To live is Christ, to die is gain. Soon will the saints in glory meet, Soon walk through every golden street, And sing on every blissful plain: To live is Christ, to die is gain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] Living For Jesus (crosby)

  Living for Jesus, only for Jesus, Striving in wisdom daily to grow, Telling His goodness, seeking His glory, Onward to Canaan, joyful I go; Doubts may befall me, trials oppress me, He is my Buckler, strong to defend; Bright is the prospect, pleasant the journey; Jesus will lead me safe to the end. Refrain O the love of Jesus! Wondrous love of Jesus! I will exalt Him forevermore. Living for Jesus, only for Jesus, Always forgiving, gentle and mild; Patient in labor, trusting His promise, Learning my duty, meek as a child; When I am hungry, Jesus will feed me, He is my Shepherd, He is my Guide; When I am thirsty, He will refresh me, All that is needful He will provide. Refrain Living for Jesus, only for Jesus— Blessèd employment, blessèd reward! Crowns in His kingdom wait for the faithful; There shall the weary rest in the Lord; Welcome, O welcome toil and affliction! He is my Anchor steadfast and sure; Glory to Jesus, glory to Jesus! I shall behold Him, spotless and pure. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] No, No, It Is Not Dying

  No, no, it is not dying To go unto our God; This gloomy earth forsaking, Our journey homeward taking Along the starry road. No, no, it is not dying Heaven’s citizen to be; A crown immortal wearing, And rest unbroken sharing, From care and conflict free. No, no it is not dying To hear this gracious word, “Receive a Father’s blessing, Forevermore possessing The favor of thy Lord.” No, no it is not dying The Shepherd’s voice to know: His sheep He ever leadeth, His peaceful flock He feedeth, Where living pastures grow. No, no it is not dying To wear a lordly crown; Among God’s people dwelling, The glorious triumph swelling Of Him Whose sway we own.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] O Jesus, When I Think Of Thee

  O Jesus, when I think of Thee, Thy manger, cross, and throne, My spirit trusts exultingly In Thee, and Thee alone. For me Thou didst become a man, For me didst weep and die; For me achieve Thy wondrous plan For me ascend on high. O let me share Thy holy birth, Thy faith, Thy death to sin; And strong, amidst the toils of earth, My heavenly life begin. Then shall I know what means the strain Triumphant of Saint Paul: “To live is Christ, to die is gain”; “Christ is my All in all.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] Weep Not For A Brother Deceased

  Weep not for a brother deceased; Our loss is his infinite gain; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love. Our brother the haven has gained, Outflying the tempest and wind; His rest he hath sooner obtained, And left his companions behind, Still tossed on a sea of distress, Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more. There all the ship’s company meet, Who sailed with the Savior beneath, With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o’er sorrow and death; The voyage of life’s at an end; The mortal affliction is past; The age that in Heaven they spend, Forever and ever shall last.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Phi 1:21] When Musing Sorrow Weeps The Past

  When musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, ’Tis sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. ’Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father’s will, ’Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still: It is that heaven-born faith surveys The path that leads to light, And longs her eagle plumes to raise, And lose herself in sight: It is that hope with ardor glows, To see Him face to face, Whose dying love no language knows Sufficient art to trace. O let me wing my hallowed flight From earthborn woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Savior’s bliss to share!

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  source: Cyberhymnal