Kidung Jemaat
Psalms 90:1
Kau, Allah, Benteng yang Baka [KJ.330]
1. Kau, Allah, benteng yang baka, suaka yang teguh,
dahulu dan selamanya harapan umatMu.
2. Sejak dahulu takhtaMu pelindung kaum kudus;
dengan kuasa tanganMu Kaubela kami t'rus.
3. Tatkala alam semesta belum Engkau bentuk,
Engkaulah Allah yang baka dan tiada akhirMu.
4. Seribu tahun bagiMu sehari sajalah,
sesingkat jaga malam pun berganti tugasnya.
1 Ptr 3:8
5. Daging dan darah mengejar perkara yang fana;
di arus waktu sebentar lenyap semuanya.
1 Kor 15:50
Mzm 102:26-28
6. Terhanyutlah manusia di zaman yang deras;
sepintas mimpi umurnya yang tiada berbekas.
Mzm 103:15-18
Mzm 144:3-4
Yes 40:6-8
7. Ya Tuhan, kau kekal teguh Pelindung kaum kudus;
kiranya dalam rumahMu umatMu umatMu tinggal t'rus!Play
Psalms 90:1
- Kau, Allah, Benteng yang Baka [KJ.330]
1. Kau, Allah, benteng yang baka, suaka yang teguh,
dahulu dan selamanya harapan umatMu.
2. Sejak dahulu takhtaMu pelindung kaum kudus;
dengan kuasa tanganMu Kaubela kami t'rus.
3. Tatkala alam semesta belum Engkau bentuk,
Engkaulah Allah yang baka dan tiada akhirMu.
4. Seribu tahun bagiMu sehari sajalah,
sesingkat jaga malam pun berganti tugasnya.
1 Ptr 3:8
5. Daging dan darah mengejar perkara yang fana;
di arus waktu sebentar lenyap semuanya.
1 Kor 15:50
Mzm 102:26-28
6. Terhanyutlah manusia di zaman yang deras;
sepintas mimpi umurnya yang tiada berbekas.
Mzm 103:15-18
Mzm 144:3-4
Yes 40:6-8
7. Ya Tuhan, kau kekal teguh Pelindung kaum kudus;
kiranya dalam rumahMu umatMu umatMu tinggal t'rus!Play
Hymns
Psalms 90:1
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[Psa 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place
Through all the ages of our race;
Before the mountains had their birth,
Or Thou hadst formed the earth;
From everlasting Thou art God,
To everlasting our abode.Man soon yields up his fleeting breath
Before the swelling tide of death;
Like transient sleep his seasons pass,
His life is like the tender grass,
Luxuriant ’neath the morning sun
And withered ere the day is done.Man in Thine anger is consumed,
And unto grief and sorrow doomed;
Before Thy clear and searching sight
Our secret sins are brought to light;
Beneath Thy wrath we pine and die,
Our life expiring like a sigh.For threescore years and ten we wait,
Or fourscore years if strength be great;
But grief and toil attend life’s day,
And soon our spirits fly away;
O who with true and reverent thought
Can fear Thine anger as he ought?O teach Thou us to count our days
And set our hearts on wisdom’s ways
Turn, Lord, to us in our distress
In pity now Thy servants bless;
Let mercy’s dawn dispel our night,
And all our day with joy be bright.O send the day of joy and light,
For long has been our sorrow’s night;
Afflicted through the weary years,
We wait until Thy help appears;
In all Thy children Thou abide,
In us let God be glorified.So let there be on us bestowed
The beauty of the Lord our God;
The work accomplished by our hand
Establish Thou, and make it stand;
Yea, let our hopeful labor be
Established evermore by Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place (gill)
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place
In every generation;
Thy people still have known Thy grace,
And blessed Thy consolation;
Through every age Thou heard’st our cry;
Through every age we found Thee nigh,
Our Strength and our Salvation.Our cleaving sins we oft have wept,
And oft Thy patience provèd;
But still Thy faith we fast have kept,
Thy Name we still have lovèd;
And Thou hast kept and loved us well,
Hast granted us in Thee to dwell,
Unshaken, unremovèd.No, nothing from those arms of love
Shall Thine own people sever;
Our Helper never will remove,
Our God will fail us never.
Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee,
Our dwelling place Thou still wilt be,
For ever and for ever.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:1] Lord, Through All The Generations
Lord, through all the generations
Of the children of our race,
In our fears and tribulations,
Thou hast been our dwelling place.
Ere the vast and wide creation
By Thy word was caused to be,
Or the mountains held their station,
Thou art God eternally.Each succeeding generation
At Thy mighty word appears;
Thou dost count in time’s duration
One day as a thousand years.
Death, with swift and sudden warning,
Calls us from life’s dream away,
Like the grass, green in the morning,
Withered ere the close of day.Long the clouds of evil lower;
Bless us now with gladsome days;
Let Thy servants see Thy power,
Let their children learn Thy praise.
On us let the grace and beauty
Of the Lord our God remain,
Strengthen us for noble duty
That our work be not in vain.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:1] Our God, Our Help In Ages Past
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
“Return, ye sons of men:”
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 90:1
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[Psa 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place
Through all the ages of our race;
Before the mountains had their birth,
Or Thou hadst formed the earth;
From everlasting Thou art God,
To everlasting our abode.Man soon yields up his fleeting breath
Before the swelling tide of death;
Like transient sleep his seasons pass,
His life is like the tender grass,
Luxuriant ’neath the morning sun
And withered ere the day is done.Man in Thine anger is consumed,
And unto grief and sorrow doomed;
Before Thy clear and searching sight
Our secret sins are brought to light;
Beneath Thy wrath we pine and die,
Our life expiring like a sigh.For threescore years and ten we wait,
Or fourscore years if strength be great;
But grief and toil attend life’s day,
And soon our spirits fly away;
O who with true and reverent thought
Can fear Thine anger as he ought?O teach Thou us to count our days
And set our hearts on wisdom’s ways
Turn, Lord, to us in our distress
In pity now Thy servants bless;
Let mercy’s dawn dispel our night,
And all our day with joy be bright.O send the day of joy and light,
For long has been our sorrow’s night;
Afflicted through the weary years,
We wait until Thy help appears;
In all Thy children Thou abide,
In us let God be glorified.So let there be on us bestowed
The beauty of the Lord our God;
The work accomplished by our hand
Establish Thou, and make it stand;
Yea, let our hopeful labor be
Established evermore by Thee.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place (gill)
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place
In every generation;
Thy people still have known Thy grace,
And blessed Thy consolation;
Through every age Thou heard’st our cry;
Through every age we found Thee nigh,
Our Strength and our Salvation.Our cleaving sins we oft have wept,
And oft Thy patience provèd;
But still Thy faith we fast have kept,
Thy Name we still have lovèd;
And Thou hast kept and loved us well,
Hast granted us in Thee to dwell,
Unshaken, unremovèd.No, nothing from those arms of love
Shall Thine own people sever;
Our Helper never will remove,
Our God will fail us never.
Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee,
Our dwelling place Thou still wilt be,
For ever and for ever.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:1] Lord, Through All The Generations
Lord, through all the generations
Of the children of our race,
In our fears and tribulations,
Thou hast been our dwelling place.
Ere the vast and wide creation
By Thy word was caused to be,
Or the mountains held their station,
Thou art God eternally.Each succeeding generation
At Thy mighty word appears;
Thou dost count in time’s duration
One day as a thousand years.
Death, with swift and sudden warning,
Calls us from life’s dream away,
Like the grass, green in the morning,
Withered ere the close of day.Long the clouds of evil lower;
Bless us now with gladsome days;
Let Thy servants see Thy power,
Let their children learn Thy praise.
On us let the grace and beauty
Of the Lord our God remain,
Strengthen us for noble duty
That our work be not in vain.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 90:1] Our God, Our Help In Ages Past
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
“Return, ye sons of men:”
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 6:1-2
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[Psa 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes
Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes,
When Thou with kindness dost chastise;
But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear:
O let it not against me rise.Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel;
The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made,
O let Thy gentler touches heal!See how I pass my weary days
In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night
My bed is watered with my tears;
My grief consumes, and dims my sight.Look, how the powers of nature mourn!
How long, Almighty God, how long?
When shall Thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make Thy grace my song?I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair;
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.Depart, ye tempters, from my soul;
And all despairing thoughts, depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger
Lord, rebuke me not in anger,
Nor in wrath still chasten me,
Pity now and show me mercy,
Help thou my infirmity.I am vexed; no longer tarry,
Nor the way of anger take.
Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver,
Save me for Thy mercy’s sake.Shall the dead Thy Name remember?
Can they praise Thee from the grave?
Pity, Lord, my sad condition,
Lo, my bed with tears I lave.I am worn and near exhausted,
Wasted now mine eye appears;
Part from me, ye adversaries,
God hath marked my falling tears.God hath heard my supplication,
He will surely grant my plea,
Let mine enemies be routed,
Be defeated suddenly.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 6:2] Have Mercy, Lord, On Me
Have mercy, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.Wash off my foul offense,
And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crimes, and see
How great my guilt has been.The joy Thy favor gives
Let me again obtain,
And Thy free Spirit’s firm support
My fainting soul sustain.To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit glory be,
As ’twas, and is, and shall be so
To all eternity.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 6:2] Heal Me, O My Savior
Heal me, O my Savior, heal;
Heal me as I suppliant kneel;
Heal me, and my pardon seal.Fresh the wounds that sin hath made;
Hear the prayers I oft have prayed,
And in mercy send me aid.Helpless, none can help me now;
Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou;
Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow.Thou the true Physician art;
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart,
Binding up the bleeding heart.Other comforters are gone;
Thou canst heal, and Thou alone;
Thou for all my sins atone.Heal me, then, my Savior, heal:
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel;
To Thy mercy I appeal.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 6:2] When My Love To God Grows Weak
When my love to God grows weak,
[or When my love to Christ grows weak]
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane.There I walk amid the shades
While the lingering twilight fades
See that suffering, friendless One,
Weeping, praying there alone.When my love for man grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calvary, I go
To thy scenes of fear and woe.There behold His agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree;
See His anguish, see His faith,
Love triumphant still in death.Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self sacrifice.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 3:1-2
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[Psa 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears
My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.The lying tempter would persuade
There’s no relief in Heav’n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv’n.But Thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.I cried, and from His holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father, and my God,
And He subdued my fear.He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace,
While I Thy glory sing;
My God has broke the serpent’s teeth,
And death has lost his sting.Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend Thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased
O Lord, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise;
How many say, in vain for help
He on his God relies.Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord,
My Savior, O Most High,
The Lord from out His holy hill
Gives answer when I cry.I laid me down and slept, I waked,
Because the Lord sustains;
Though many thousands compass me,
Unmoved my soul remains.Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
For Thou hast owned my cause;
And oft hast beaten down my foes
Who scorn Thy righteous laws.Salvation to the Lord belongs,
In Him His saints are blest;
O let Thy blessing evermore
Upon Thy people rest.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Many They
O Lord, how many they
Who deeply trouble me;
How greatly are they multiplied
Who do me injury.There is no help for him,
No help in God, they say;
Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord,
Thou art my certain Stay.I called to God, He heard
From out His holy hill.
I fell asleep, I woke in peace,
For He sustained me still.Arise and save, O Lord,
For Thou didst smite my foe.
Salvation cometh from the Lord;
His saints His blessings know.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 1:1
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[Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place
Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer’s seat.But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the Word,
And meditates by night.He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet
Happy the man whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.He loves t’employ the morning light
Amongst the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word.He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams
On ev’ry work his hands begin.But sinners find their counsels cross’d:
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a diff’rent place.“Straight is the way My saints have trod;
I bless’d the path, and drew it plain;
But you would choose the crooked road,
And down it leads to endless pain.”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The
The man is ever bless’d
Who shuns the sinners’ ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner’s place;But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav’nly fruit.Not so th’ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,
Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
In full assembly meet!He knows, and He approves
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God
That man is blest who, fearing God
From sin restrains his feet,
Who will not stand with wicked men,
Who shuns the scorners’ seat.Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His portion and delight,
And meditates upon that law
With gladness day and night.That man is nourished like a tree
Set by the river’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.The wicked like the driven chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not gather with the just,
Nor in the judgment stand.The Lord will guard the righteous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sinners, far from God,
Shall surely be o’erthrown.Play source: Cyberhymnal
