Kidung Jemaat

Matthew 14:22

• Angin Ribut Menyerang [KJ.30a] ( Jesus, Lover of My Soul )

  1. Angin ribut menyerang menggetarkan hatiku; ombak ganas menerjang; aku lari padaMu. Jurus'lamat, tolonglah dan pandukan bidukku, Hingga aku sampailah di labuhan yang teduh.	Mat 14:22-23 Mrk 4:35-41 Mzm 107:30-31
  2. Hanya Tuhan sajalah Perlindungan yang tent'ram. B'rikan daku yang lemah hati kuat dan tenang. Dikau saja yang tetap Sumber pengharapanku: Biar aku Kaudekap di naungan sayapMu.	Yes 25:4
  3. Kristus, Kau andalanku, Sumber hidup yang esa. Kaupulihkan yang sendu, buta, sakit dan lemah. Dikau suci dan benar, aku ini bercela; Walau hidupku cemar, Kau penuh anugerah.	Mat 11:5
  4. Kelimpahan kasihMu jadi sungai yang segar menghapuskan dosaku dan membuatku benar. Air hayat mulia, puaskanlah anakMu, Hingga Kau selamanya memenuhi batinku.	Yeh 47:1-12 Why 7:14, 17 Why 22:1-2, 17

• Angin Ribut Menyerang [KJ.30b] ( Jesus, Lover of My Soul )

  1. Angin ribut menyerang menggetarkan hatiku; Ombak ganas menerjang; aku lari padaMu. Jurus'lamat, tolonglah dan pandukan bidukku, Hingga aku sampailah di labuhan yang teduh.

Hymns

John 18:36

• [Joh 18:36] How Vain The Cruel Herod’s Fear

  How vain the cruel Herod’s fear, When told that Christ the King is near! He takes not earthly realms away, Who gives the realms that ne’er decay. The Eastern sages saw from far And followed on His guiding star; By light their way to Light they trod, And by their gifts confessed their God. Within the Jordan’s sacred flood The heavenly Lamb in meekness stood, That He to Whom no sin was known, Might cleanse His people from their own. And oh, what miracle divine, When water reddened into wine! He spake the word, and forth it flowed In streams that nature ne’er bestowed. All glory, Jesu, be to Thee For this Thy glad Epiphany: Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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• [Joh 18:36] When Christ’s Appearing Was Made Known

  When Christ’s appearing was made known, King Herod trembled for his throne; But He Who offers heavenly birth Sought not the kingdom of this earth. The eastern sages saw from far And followed on His guiding star; By light their way to Light they trod, And by their gifts confessed their God. Within the Jordan’s sacred flood The heavenly Lamb in meekness stood, That He, to Whom no sin was known, Might cleanse His people from their own. And O what miracle divine, When water reddened into wine! He spake the word, and forth it flowed In streams that nature ne’er bestowed. All glory, Jesus, be to Thee For this Thy glad epiphany: Whom with the Father we adore And Holy Ghost forevermore.

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• [Joh 18:36] Why, Herod, Unrelenting Foe

  Why, Herod, unrelenting foe, Doth the Lord’s coming move thee so? He doth no earthly kingdom seek Who brings His kingdom to the meek. Led by the star, the wise men find The Light that lightens all mankind; The threefold presents which they bring Declare Him God, and Man, and King. In Jordan’s sacred waters stood The meek and heavenly Lamb of God, And He who did no sin, thereby Cleansed us from all iniquity! And now a miracle was done: Six water pots stood there of stone; Christ spake the word with power divine, The water reddened into wine. All honor unto Christ be paid, Pure offspring of the holy maid, With Father and with Holy Ghost, Till time in endless time be lost.

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• [Joh 18:36] Why, Impious Herod, Shouldst Thou Fear

  Why, impious Herod, shouldst thou fear Because the Christ is come so near? He Who doth heavenly kingdoms grant Thine earthly realm can never want. Lo, sages from the East are gone To where the star hath newly shone: Led on by light to Light they press, And by their gifts their God confess. The Lamb of God is manifest Again in Jordan’s water blest, And He Who sin had never known By washing hath our sins undone. Yet He that ruleth everything Can change the nature of the spring, And gives at Cana this for sign— The water reddens into wine. Then glory, Lord, to Thee we pay For thine Epiphany today; All glory through eternity To Father, Son, and Spirit be.

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Mark 6:46-52

• [Mar 6:50] How Wonderful It Is To Walk With God

  How wonderful it is to walk with God Along the road that holy men have trod; How wonderful it is to hear Him say: Fear not, have faith, ’tis I who lead the way! How wonderful it is to talk with God When cares sweep o’er my spirit like a flood; How wonderful it is to hear His voice, For when He speaks the desert lands rejoice! How wonderful it is to praise my God, Who comforts and protects me with His rod; How wonderful to praise him every hour, My heart attuned to sing His wondrous power! How wonderful it is to fight for God, And point poor sinners to the precious blood; How wonderful it is to wield His sword ’Gainst sin, the enemy of Christ, my Lord! How wonderful ’twill be to live with God When I have crossed death’s deep and swelling flood; How wonderful to see Him face to face When I have fought the fight and won the race!

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• [Mar 6:50] It Is I

  The storm in all its fury Swept dark Gennesaret; They cried in vain for succor, Till Hope’s lone star had set; Then Christ came on the waters In answer to their cry, And spake in tones of comfort, “Fear not, for it is I. Fear not, for it is I.” And life has days of darkness, When thick the storm-clouds lower. When waves dash fiercely round thee, And threaten to devour; But still thou need’st not falter, There’s One forever nigh, Who speaks above the tempest, “Fear not, for it is I. Fear not, for it is I.” He walks the waves beside thee, No storm can drive Him thence; He bids the waters bear thee, His arm is thy defense; His face shines on the billows, Let all thy terror fly; Fear not to trust in Jesus, He beckons, “It is I,” He beckons, “It is I.”

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• [Mar 6:50] When The Dark Waves Round Us Roll

  When the dark waves round us roll, And we look in vain for aid, Speak, Lord, to the trembling soul, “It is I; be not afraid.” When we dimly trace Thy form In mysterious clouds arrayed, Be the echo of the storm, “It is I; be not afraid.” When our brightest hopes depart, When our fairest visions fade, Whisper to the fainting heart, “It is I; be not afraid.” When we weep beside the bier Where some well-loved form is laid, O may then the mourner hear, “It is I; be not afraid.” When with wearing hopeless pain Sinks the spirit, sore dismayed, Breathe Thou then the comfort-strain, “It is I; be not afraid.” When we feel the end is near, Passing into death’s dark shade, May the voice be strong and clear, “It is I; be not afraid.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal