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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Hymns

Matthew 21:28

• [Mat 21:28] Go Work In My Vineyard

  “Go work in My vineyard,” there’s plenty to do; The harvest is great and the lab’rers are few; There’s weeding and fencing, and clearing of roots, And plowing, and sowing, and gath’ring of fruits. There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy, All ages and ranks I can fully employ; I’ve sheep to be tended, and lambs to be fed; The lost must be gathered, the weary ones led. Refrain Go work, go work, go work in My vineyard; there’s plenty to do; Go work, go work, the harvest is great, and the lab’rers are few. “Go work in My vineyard”; I claim thee as Mine; With blood did I buy thee and all that is thine— Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers, Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest hours. I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee, The song of archangels— to hang on the tree, In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame, I paid thy full ransom; My purchase I claim Refrain “Go work in My vineyard”; oh, work while ’tis day! The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away, And night’s gloomy shadows are gathering fast; The time for our labor will ever be past. Begin in the morning and toil all the day; Thy strength I’ll supply, and thy wages I’ll pay; And blessèd, thrice blessèd, the diligent few, Who finish the labor I’ve giv’n them to do. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 21:28] He Set The Task For Me

  Though the work of life be lowly, Let me true and faithful be; This the thought that makes it holy— Christ has set the task for me. Refrain He has set the task for me! He has set the task for me! This the thought that makes it holy— Christ has set the task for me! Hush, O heart, thy wild ambition! Toil, O hands, in service free! Blest indeed is my condition— Christ has set the task for me. Refrain Christ, I know, will not forget me When at length the evening falls; From the place where He has set me I will answer when He calls. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 21:28] Missionary’s Farewell

  Far away, beyond the sea, Where the fields are bright and fair, There’s a call, a plaintive plea; I must hasten to be there. Refrain Let me go, I cannot stay, ’Tis the Master calling me; Let me go, I must obey; Native land, farewell to thee. Hark! I hear the Master say, “Up, ye reapers! why so slow?” To the vineyard far away, Earthly kindred, let me go. Refrain Just beyond the rolling tide The uplifted hand I see; Lo! the gates are open wide, And the lost are calling me. Refrain Father, mother, sister dear, I must bid you all adieu; Hark! the call is sounding clear, There’s a work for me to do. Refrain Bear me on, thou restless sea, Let the winds the canvas swell; Afric’s shore I long to see, [substitute name of country to suit] Native land, farewell, farewell. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 21:28] O God, Who Workest Hitherto

  O God, who workest hitherto, Working in all we see, Fain we would be, and bear, and do, As best it pleaseth Thee. The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, Is man’s appointed lot; He who Thy call can understand Will work, and murmur not. Where’er Thou sendest we will go, Nor any question ask, And what Thou biddest we will do, Whatever be the task. Our skill of hand and strength of limb Are not our own, but Thine; We link them to the work of Him Who made all life divine. Our Brother-Friend, Thy holy Son, Shared all our lot and strife; And nobly will our work be done If molded by His life.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 21:28] Work For Us All

  Out where the reapers are toiling Out where they earnestly call, Let us away in the morning, There is a work for us all; Lifting the vines that are drooping, Trying their bloom to renew, Bathing their leaves in a fountain Purer and sweeter than dew. Refrain Out where the reapers are toiling, Out where they earnestly call, Let us away, away in the morning, There is a work for us all. Out where the gleaners are toiling, Patiently, cheerfully still, If we are willing to labor, Here is a place we can fill; Speaking a word to the weary, Helping the weak ones along, Shedding bright sunshine around them, Cheering their hearts with a song. Refrain Out where the sheaves they are binding, Sheaves for the garner above, Go in the Name of the Master, Go in the spirit of love; Hark! He is tenderly saying, “Work in My vineyard today”; Haste, for the summer is waning, Harvest is passing away. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

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