Kidung Jemaat

Matthew 27:64

• Di Malam Yang Gelap [KJ.195] ( Low in the Grave He Lay )

  	R:Mrk 16:1-8; 1 Kor 15:26; 2 Tim 1:10; Ibr 2:14-15; Why 1:18; Kol 2:15
  1. Di makam yang gelap Yesus terbaring menanti merekah fajar terang. Bangkitlah Dia megah kuasa Iblis patah menyerah. Alam maut sudah dikalahkanNya. Ia hidup dan berkuasa s'lamanya! T'lah menang, t'lah menang! Kristus bangkit dan menang!	Mrk 15:46
  2. Dan sia-sialah kubur dijaga, pun tiada gunanya batu besar. Bangkitlah Dia megah kuasa Iblis patah menyerah. Alam maut sudah dikalahkanNya. Ia hidup dan berkuasa s'lamanya! T'lah menang, t'lah menang! Kristus bangkit dan menang!	Mat 27:62-66
  3. Maut dan Iblis pun tidak berdaya menahan Tuhanku, Sang Penebus. Bangkitlah Dia megah kuasa Iblis patah menyerah. Alam maut sudah dikalahkanNya. Ia hidup dan berkuasa s'lamanya! T'lah menang, t'lah menang! Kristus bangkit dan menang!	Luk 10:18 1 Yoh 3:8
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• Meski Dijaga KuburNya [KJ.192]

  1. Meski dijaga kuburNya, tak usah kau sendu: di Hari Minggu yang cerah t'lah bangkit Tuhanmu!	Mat 27:62-66 Mat 28:1-10
  2. Bernyanyi, bergembiralah, bersyukur tak jemu! Tiap Hari Minggu ingatlah: t'lah bangkit Tuhanmu!
  3. Sedih dan suram rasanya di pagi yang gelap; mulia Hari BangkitNya kuasa maut lenyap.	2 Tim 1:10
  4. Bernyanyi, bergembiralah, bersyukur tak jemu! Tiap Hari Minggu ingatlah: t'lah bangkit Tuhanmu!
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Matthew 28:7

• Meski Dijaga KuburNya [KJ.192]

  1. Meski dijaga kuburNya, tak usah kau sendu: di Hari Minggu yang cerah t'lah bangkit Tuhanmu!	Mat 27:62-66 Mat 28:1-10
  2. Bernyanyi, bergembiralah, bersyukur tak jemu! Tiap Hari Minggu ingatlah: t'lah bangkit Tuhanmu!
  3. Sedih dan suram rasanya di pagi yang gelap; mulia Hari BangkitNya kuasa maut lenyap.	2 Tim 1:10
  4. Bernyanyi, bergembiralah, bersyukur tak jemu! Tiap Hari Minggu ingatlah: t'lah bangkit Tuhanmu!
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• Sang Kristus Bangkit, Nyanyilah [KJ.204]

  1. Sang Kristus bangkit, nyanyilah Haleluya, Haleluya, Penghibur isi dunia. Haleluya, Haleluya!	Mrk 16:1-8
  2. Andaikan Ia tak menang, Haleluya, Haleluya, harapan dunia terbenam. Haleluya, Haleluya!
  3. Menanglah Ia yang kudus; Haleluya, Haleluya, terpuji Kristus Penebus. Haleluya, Haleluya!
  4. Ketiga ibu bersedih, Haleluya, Haleluya, menengok kubur yang sepi. Haleluya, Haleluya!	Mrk 16:1-2
  5. Di kubur itu tampaklah, Haleluya, Haleluya, telah terguling batunya. Haleluya, Haleluya!	Mrk 16:3-4
  6. Hai jangan takut dan sedih, Haleluya, Haleluya, yang kamu cari t'lah pergi. Haleluya, Haleluya!	Mrk 16:5-6
  7. Katakanlah kepadaku, Haleluya, Haleluya, dimana kini Tuhanku? Haleluya, Haleluya!	Yoh 20:13-15
  8. Tuhanmu bangkit mulia, Haleluya, Haleluya, berita Paskah t'rimalah. Haleluya, Haleluya!
  9. Tunjukkanlah di manakah, Haleluya, Haleluya, yang bangkit dari kuburNya? Haleluya, Haleluya!
  10. Lebih dahulu lihatlah, Haleluya, Haleluya, yang bangkit dari kuburNya? Haleluya, Haleluya,	Mat 28:6
  11. Jikalau kosong kuburNya, Haleluya, Haleluya, ke mana kepergianNya? Haleluya, Haleluya!
  12. Ke Galilea pulanglah, Haleluya, Haleluya, temui Dia segera! Haleluya, Haleluya, bersukacita tak henti. Haleluya, Haleluya!	Mat 28:7
  13. Tak lagi kami bersedih, Haleluya, Haleluya, bersukacita tak henti. Haleluya, Haleluya!
  14. Berita Paskah bergema, Haleluya, Haleluya, Penghibur isi dunia, Haleluya, Haleluya!
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Hymns

Matthew 27:64

• [Mat 27:64] Sealed Was The Tomb

  Sealed was the tomb, guarded by soldiers, Brightly the moonlight shone around; Roadway and hill gleamed in the brightness, Flooded with light the garden’s bound. Brighter the light seen ’neath the olives; Forms bright as sunlight, ’mid the trees, Soldiers were there, clad as for warfare; Lo! they are gone, and who are these? See yonder, hast’ning to the city, The trembling soldiers in terror go! Earthquake astounding, strange light surrounding, Drive them away these things to show. Refrain O wonderful light in the garden, That fadeth not away! The King Who was laid in the shadow With vict’ry is crowned this glorious day. Darkly they plan; falsely as darkly, Stories that He was borne away— Borne by His friends, poor weak disciples, Stol’n when the moon was bright as day! Soldiers of Rome ne’er slept on duty, False was the tale for silver told; Death could not hold that mighty Victor! Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold! The morn of glory hath awakened, And death no longer holds boundless pow’r; Empty the prison, Jesus has risen; Time hath no richer, grander hour. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Matthew 28:7

• [Mat 28:7] Day Of Resurrection, Then

  The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness, the Passover of God. From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, that we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal of resurrection light; And listening to His accents, may hear, so calm and plain, His own “All hail!” and, hearing, may raise the victor strain. Now let the heavens be joyful! Let earth the song begin! Let the round world keep triumph, and all that is therein! Let all things seen and unseen their notes in gladness blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, our joy that hath no end.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 28:7] His Cheering Message From The Grave

  His cheering message from the grave An angel to the women gave: “Full soon your Master ye shall see; He goes before to Galilee.” But while with flying steps they press To bear the news, all eagerness, Their Lord, the living Lord, they meet, And prostrate fall to kiss His feet. So when His mourning followers heard The tidings of that faithful word, Quick went they forth to Galilee, Their loved and lost once more to see. On that fair day of Paschal joy The sunshine was without alloy, When to their very eyes restored They looked upon the risen Lord. The wounds before their eyes displayed They see in living light arrayed, And that they see they testify In open witness fearlessly. O Christ, the King of gentleness, Our several hearts do Thou possess, They we may render all our days Thy meed of thankfulness and praise. Maker of all, to Thee we pray, Fulfill in us Thy joy today; When death assails, grant, Lord, that we May share Thy Paschal victory. To Thee Who, dead, again dost live, All glory, Lord, Thy people give; All glory, as is ever meet, To Father and to Paraclete.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 28:7] Light’s Glittering Morn Bedecks The Sky

  Light’s glittering morn bedecks the sky; Heav’n thunders forth its victor cry; The glad earth shouts her triumph high, And groaning hell makes wild reply. While He, the King, the mighty King, Despoiling death of all its sting, And, trampling down the powers of night, Brings forth His ransomed saints to light. His tomb of late the threefold guard Of watch and stone and seal had barred; But now, in pomp and triumph high, He comes from death to victory. The pains of hell are loosed at last; The days of mourning now are past; An angel robed in light hath said, “The Lord is risen from the dead.” Th’Apostles’ hearts were full of pain For their dear Lord so lately slain, By rebel servants doomed to die A death of cruel agony. With gentle voice the angel gave The women tidings at the grave; “Fear not, your Master shall ye see; He goes before to Galilee.” Then, hastening on their eager way The joyful tidings to convey, Their Lord they met, their living Lord, And falling at His feet adored. Th’Eleven, when they hear, with speed To Galilee forthwith proceed, That there once more they may behold The Lord’s dear face, as He foretold.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 28:7] O Sons And Daughters, Let Us Sing!

  O sons and daughters, let us sing! The King of Heaven, the glorious King, Over death today rose triumphing. Alleluia! Alleluia! That Easter morn, at break of day, The faithful women went their way To seek the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia! Alleluia! An angel clad in white they see, Who sat, and spake unto the three, “Your Lord doth go to Galilee.” Alleluia! Alleluia! That night th’apostles met in fear; Amidst them came their Lord most dear, And said, “My peace be on all here.” Alleluia! Alleluia! When Thomas first the tidings heard, How they had seen the risen Lord, He doubted the disciples’ word. Alleluia! Alleluia! “My piercèd side, O Thomas, see; My hands, My feet, I show to thee; Not faithless but believing be.” Alleluia! Alleluia! No longer Thomas then denied; He saw the feet, the hands, the side; “Thou art my Lord and God,” he cried. Alleluia! Alleluia! How blessed are they who have not seen, And yet whose faith has constant been; For they eternal life shall win. Alleluia! Alleluia! On this most holy day of days Our hearts and voices, Lord, we raise To Thee, in jubilee and praise. Alleluia! Alleluia!

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  source: Cyberhymnal