Kidung Jemaat

Mark 1:15

• Lihat Salib di atas Bukit Golgota [KJ.182]

  1. Lihat salib diatas bukit Golgota, tempat tergantung Jurus'lamat dunia; dalam sengsara jiwa raga yang pedih Ia menanggung dosa kita yang keji.	Mrk 15:22-26 Yoh 1:29
  2. Yesus yang taat sampai mati di salib menjadi Anakdomba yang tersembelih; Kar'nanya kasihNya yang sempurna dan kudus, kuasa jahat dikalahkan Penebus.	Mrk 1:14-15 Ibr 2:14 1 Yoh 3:8
  3. Yesus yang taat sampai mati di salib menjadi Anakdomba yang tersembelih; kar'nanya sangat diagungkan namaNya di dalam sorga dan di dalam dunia.	Flp 6:8Why 5:12
  4. Dari salibMu Kau memanggil dunia agar melihat kasihMu yang mulia dan mengikuti Dikau, pasrah dan teguh, mempersembahkan hidup kami padaMu!	Mrk 8:34 1 Ptr 2:21 Rm 12:1
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Mark 12:2

• Yerusalem, Pusaka Daud [KJ.155]

  	Mat 23:37-39
  1. Yerusalem, pusaka Daud, betapa kau berubah! Mengapakahb tak lagi kau menjunjung citra sorga? Mesias datang padamu mencari kebajikan, Wajahmu dingin membeku dan Dia Kausalibkan.	Mrk 11:15-19 Mrk 11:28
  2. Yerusalem, mengapakah kausangkal maksud Tuhan? Dimanakah sejahtera yang harus kauwujudkan? Di zaman dulu sang Firaun telah berbuat jahat, Tak ubah kini pun engkau membunuh Jurus'lamat.	Kel 14:5-10
  3. Yerusalem, o bundaku, nabi-nabi kaubunuh, dan yang diutus padamu engkau lempari batu. Merindu Yesus, Putra Daud, mengumpulkan anakmu; Engkau ternyata tidak mau, sebab terlalu angkuh.	Mrk 12:1-8
  4. Yerusalem, Yerusalem, Rajamu sudah datang! Seorang Anak Betlehem empunya Kerajaan. TakhtaNya suci dan teguh, damaiNya tak berlalu Dan Ia menjadikanmu Yerusalem yang baru.	Zkh 9:9 Mat 25:6 Yes 9:5-6 Why 21:2, 9-10
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Hymns

Mark 13:33

• [Mar 13:33] O’er The Distant Mountains Breaking

  O’er the distant mountains breaking Comes the reddening dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; ’Tis the Savior, blessèd Lord, On His bright returning way. O Thou long expected! Weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee; Life is dark, and earth is dreary, When Thy light I do not see; O my Savior, blessèd Lord, When wilt Thou return to me? Long, too long, in sin and sadness, Far away from Thee I pine; When, O when, shall I the gladness Of Thy Spirit feel in mine? O, my Savior, blessèd Lord, When shall I be wholly Thine? Nearer is my soul’s salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for Thee, till I stand, O my Savior, blessèd Lord, In Thy bright, Thy promised land. With my lamp well trimmed and burning, Swift to hear and slow to roam, Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home. Come, my Savior, blessèd Lord, Thou hast promised, quickly come!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 13:33] Watch And Pray

  Watch and pray that when the Master cometh, If at morning, noon or night, He may find a lamp in every window, Trimmed and burning clear and bright. Refrain Watch and pray, the Lord commandeth; Watch and pray, ’twill not be long: Soon He’ll gather home His loved ones, To the happy vale of song. Watch and pray; the tempter may be near us; Keep the heart with jealous care, Lest the door, a moment left unguarded, Evil thoughts may enter there. Refrain Watch and pray, nor let us ever weary; Jesus watched and prayed alone: Prayed for us when only stars beheld Him, While on Olive’s brow they shone. Refrain Watch and pray, nor leave our post of duty, Till we hear the Bridegroom’s voice: Then, with Him the marriage feast partaking, We shall evermore rejoice. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mark 1:15

• [Mar 1:15] Arise, Sons Of The Kingdom

  Arise, sons of the kingdom! The King is drawing nigh; Arise, and hail with gladness The Ruler from on high. Ye Christians, hasten forth! Your praise and homage bring Him And glad hosannas sing Him, Naught else your love is worth. Arise, ye drooping mourners! The King is very near; Away with grief and sorrow, For lo! your Help is here. Behold, in many a place— We find Him, our Salvation, O blessed consolation! In His pure means of grace. Arise, ye much afflicted! The King is now not far; Rejoice, ye long dejected! Here comes the Morning Star. The Lord will give you joy; Though troubles now distress you, With comfort He will bless you, E’en death He will destroy. Now hear, ye bold transgressors, The King does well give heed To all that ye are doing, And to the life ye lead, Enthralled to sin and hell; Nothing in all creation Escapes His observation He marketh all things well. Be righteous, ye His subjects, The King is just and true; Prepare for Him a highway, Make all things straight and new. He means all for our good Then let us bear our crosses That He Himself imposes, In an undaunted mood. Though war and conflagration Take all our goods away; The Lord is our salvation And heritage for aye. E’en though our loved ones die, Yet they are not forsaken, But from this world are taken To live with God on high Arise, ye poor and needy! The King provides for you; He comes with succor speedy, With mercy ever new. He Who a beast did heed Lets not His children perish; All hopes that man may cherish He can fulfill indeed. He nevermore forsaketh A child that feels the rod, Who Him his refuge maketh, And puts his trust in God. He is our sovereign King; E’en death itself shall never Those from their Master sever Who to His mercy cling. Arise, ye faint and fearful! The King now comes with might, His heart hath long since loved us, He makes our darkness light. Now are our sorrows o’er; No wrath shall e’er befall us, Since God in grace doth call us His children evermore. Haste then, with eager footsteps, To see your Sovereign there! He rides as King of Zion, Strong, glorious, meek and fair. Draw near the Lord and give To Him your salutation, Who bringeth great salvation, And bids the sinner live. The King in grace remembers His loved ones here below With gifts of royal treasures, Yea, doth Himself bestow Through His blest Word and grace. O King, arrayed in splendor, To Thee all praise we’ll render Here and there face to face. O rich the gifts Thou bring’st us, Thyself made poor and weak; O Love beyond expression That thus can sinners seek! For this, O Lord, will we Our joyous tribute bring Thee, And glad hosannas sing Thee, And ever grateful be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 1:15] Arise, The Kingdom Is At Hand

  Arise, the kingdom is at hand, The King is drawing nigh; Arise with joy, thou faithful band, To meet the Lord most high! Look up, ye souls, weighed down with care, The Sovereign is not far; Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, Behold the Morning Star! Look up, ye drooping hearts, today, The King is very near; O cast your griefs and fears away, For, lo, your help is here! Hope on, ye broken hearts, at last The King comes in His might; He loved us in the ages past When we lay wrapped in night. Look up, ye souls weighed down with care, The Sovereign is not far! Look up, faint hearts, from your despair, Behold the Morning Star! The Lord is with us now, who shall The sinking spirit feed With strength and comfort at its need To Whom e’en death shall bow. Hope, O ye broken hearts, at last! The King comes on in might, He loved us in the ages past When we sat wrapped in night; Now are our sorrows o’er, and fear And wrath to joy give place, Since God hath made us in His grace His children evermore. O rich the gifts Thou bringest us, Thyself made poor and weak; O love beyond compare that thus Can foes and sinners seek! For this we raise a gladsome voice On high to Thee alone, And evermore with thanks rejoice Before Thy glorious throne.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mar 1:15] Let The Earth Now Praise The Lord

  Let the earth now praise the Lord. Who hath truly kept His Word And the sinners’ Help and Friend Now at last to us doth send. What the fathers most desired, What the prophet’s heart inspired, What they longed for many a year, Stands fulfilled in glory here. Abram’s promised great Reward, Zion’s Helper, Jacob’s Lord, Him of twofold race behold, Truly came, as long foretold. Welcome, O my Savior, now! Hail! My Portion, Lord, art Thou. Here, too, in my heart, I pray, Oh, prepare Thyself a way! King of Glory, enter in; Cleanse it from the filth of sin, As Thou hast so often done; It belongs to Thee alone. As Thy coming was in peace, Quiet, full of gentleness, Let the same mind dwell in me That was ever found in Thee. Comfort my desponding heart: Thou my Strength and Refuge art. I am weak, and cunningly Satan lays his snares for me. Bruise for me the Serpent’s head, That, set free from doubt and dread, I may cleave to Thee in faith, Safely kept through life and death. And when Thou dost come again As a glorious King to reign, I with joy may see Thy face, Freely ransomed by Thy grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mark 11:13

• [Mar 11:13] Nothing But Leaves

  Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O’er years of wasted life; O’er sins indulged while conscience slept, O’er vows and promises unkept, And reap, from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life’s fair rip’ning grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds— Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Sad mem’ry weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall, at the Savior’s feet, Before the awful judgment seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves!

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  source: Cyberhymnal