Kidung Jemaat

Matthew 27:27-31

• Yesus, Tuhanku, Apakah Dosaku [KJ.167]

  1. Yesus, Tuhanku, apakah dosaMu, hingga hukuman bagiMu berlaku? Durhaka apa sudah dituduhkan padaMu Tuhan?	Mi 6:3 Mat 27:4 Luk 23:22, 47 2 Kor 5:21
  2. Kau didera, dihina kaum prajurit, Kau dicerca, dib'ri mahkota duri dan minumMu pada kayu salib anggur yang pahit.	Mat 27:26-31 Mat 27:34
  3. Apa sebabnya Kauterima siksa? Tak lain kar'na dosa manusia: aku sendiri dan kesalahanku jadi bebanMu!	Yes 53:3-7 1 Ptr 2:22-24
  4. Siapa menduga jalan hukum ini: bahwa Gembala mengurbankan diri, jadi tebusan domba yang bersalah terhadap Allah.	Yoh 10:11-18 Yoh 15:13 1 Yoh 3:16
  5. Kau harus mati walau tak berdosa, orang bersalah hidup dan sentosa. Bebaskanlah kami yang t'lah mengaminkan Kau disalibkan.	Rm 5:6-10
  6. Kasih sempurna, rahmat tak terhingga, Kau menjalani siksa maut hina. Aku terbawa dunia sukacita, kau menderita!
  7. Raja abadi, apa kulakukan, agar kasihMu dapat kumasyhurkan? Apa yang layak aku persembahkan jadi imbalan?
  8. Tiada yang sanggup untuk mengimbangi rahmat kasihMu suci dan ilahi. Baik berusaha maupun beribadah, takkan setara!
  9. Namun yang tinggal berkenan padaMu hanyalah bila kusalibkan nafsu; hati yang hancur yang hendak bertobat tidak Kautolak.	Mzm 51:19
  10. Kar'na 'ku tahu aku tak berkuasa dan agar jangan aku putus asa, b'ri Roh KudusMu memerintah aku ikut jejakMu!	1 Ptr 2:21
  11. Jadikan daku taat dan setia demi namaMu yang mahamulia, agar kupikul salibMu ke muka tanpa berduka.	Mrk 8:34
  12. Walau karyaku tak bersifat jasa, namun, ya Tuhan, Kau senantiasa mau menerima persembahan hati dan Kauberkati.
  13. Ya Tuhan Yesus yang di takhta Allah, Kau yang terpuji untuk selamanya; aku pun ikut memberi selalu syukur padaMu!	Why 5:12-13
  Play

Hymns

Matthew 27:27-31

• [Mat 27:29] O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

  O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance. How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn! Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there. Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife. My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot; Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not! What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee. My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine. Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine. Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love; Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above. Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part; O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart, When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside, When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide. O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee. My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door; Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own! Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh. Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal