Kidung Jemaat

John 20:1-3

• Hai Umat Tuhan, Nyanyilah [KJ.199]

  1. Hai umat Tuhan, nyanyilah: hari ini Raja mulia t'lah bangkit dari kuburNya. Haleluya!
  2. Di pagi hari yang sedih ketiga ibu t'lah pergi melihat kubur yang sepi. Haleluya!	Mrk 16:1
  3. Maria dari Magdala, Salome dan Maria lain membawa minyak dan rempah. Haleluya!
  4. Malaikat sorga menegur "Di Galilea Tuhanmu menunggu kedatanganmu" Haleluya!	Mrk 16:7
  5. Sesudah tiba kabarnya, Yohanes lari segera dan Petrus di belakangnya. Haleluya!	Yoh 20:3-4
  6. Berkumpul para murid pun dan Yesus datang bertemu, bersabda: "Salam bagimu!" Haleluya!	Yoh 20:19
  7. Tetapi Tomas Didimus menaruh syak wasangka t'rus; belum lihat Penebus. Haleluya!	Yoh 20:24
  8. "Hai Tomas, taruh jarimu ke dalam luka tubuhKu: percayalah dengan teguh!" Haleluya!	Yoh 20:27
  9. Tak lagi Tomas bersendu dan yakin ia berseru: "Ya Tuhanku, ya Allahku!" Haleluya!	Yoh 20:28
  10. Bahagia merekahlah yang tak melihat Tuhannya, namun percaya padaNya! Haleluya!	Yoh 20:28
  11. Bersukacita, marilah, nyanyian Paskah angkatlah dan puji Tuhan s'lamanya! Haleluya!
  12. Demi karunia Penebus, Sang Anakdomba yang kudus, Syukur kepada Allah t'rus! Haleluya!
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Hymns

John 20:1-3

• [Joh 20:1] Mary To Her Savior’s Tomb

  Mary to her Savior’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord, the Loved, was gone. For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise; Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied her eyes. Jesus, who is always near, Though too often unperceived Came, His drooping child to cheer, And inquired, Why she grieved? Though at first she knew Him not, When He called her by her name, Then her griefs were all forgot, For she found He was the same. Grief and sighing quickly fled When she heard His welcome voice; Just before she thought Him dead, Now He bids her heart rejoice: What a change His Word can make, Turning darkness into day! You who weep for Jesus’ sake; He will wipe your tears away. He Who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost; Will for your relief appear, Though you now are tempest-tossed: On His Word your burden cast, On His love your thoughts employ; Weeping for awhile may last, But the morning brings the joy.

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  source: Cyberhymnal