Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 103:13

• Mari, Puji Raja Sorga [KJ.288] ( Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven )

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  1. Mari, puji Raja sorga, persembahan bawalah! DitebusNya jiwa-raga, maka puji namaNya! Puji Dia, puji Dia, puji Raja semesta!
  2. Puji Yang kekal rahmatNya bagi umat dalam aib, dulu, kini, selamanya panjang sabar, mahabaik. Puji Dia, puji Dia, yang setiaNya ajaib!
  3. Bagai Bapa yang penyayang, siapa kita Ia tahu; tangan kasihNya menatang di tengah bahaya maut. Puji Dia, puji Dia, kasihNya seluas laut!	Yak 5:11
  4. Kita bagai bunga saja, layu habis musimnya, tapi keadaan Raja tak berubah, tak lemah. Puji Dia, puji Dia, yang kekal kuasaNya!	Yes 40:6-8 Yak 1:10-11 1 Ptr 1:24
  5. Sujudlah, hai bala sorga, abdi Allah terdekat; turut, bintang, bulan, surya, tiap waktu dan tempat. Puji Dia, puji Dia, Sumber kasih dan berkat!
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Hymns

Matthew 6:8

• [Mat 6:8] My Father Knows

  I know my heav’nly Father knows The storms that would my way oppose; But He can drive the clouds away, And turn the darkness into day. I know my heav’nly Father knows The balm I need to soothe my woes; And with His touch of love divine He heals this wounded heart of mine. I know my heav’nly Father knows How frail I am to meet my foes; But He my cause will e’er defend, Uphold and keep me to the end. I know my heav’nly Father knows The hour my journey here will close; And may that hour, O faithful Guide, Find me safe sheltered by Thy side.

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• [Mat 6:8] Somebody Knows

  Falling in strength when oppressed by my foes, Somebody knows, somebody knows, Waiting for someone to banish my woes, Somebody knows, ’tis Jesus. Refrain Somebody knows, somebody knows, When I am tempted and tried by my foes; He is the One Who will keep me— Somebody knows—’tis Jesus. Why should I fear when the care billows roll? Somebody knows, somebody knows; When the deep shadows sweep over my soul, Somebody knows, ’tis Jesus. Refrain Wounded and helpless and sick with distress, Somebody knows, somebody knows, Longing for home and a mother’s caress, Somebody knows, ’tis Jesus. Refrain

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Psalms 103:13

• [Psa 103:13] Like As A Father

  When silent falls the gushing tear, O’er cheeks grown pale with care; And on the heart a cross is laid That seems too hard to bear, Remember what our Lord has said, And trust, in weal or woe, His holy Word, that changeth not, Though uttered years ago. Refrain “Like as a father pitieth His children, So the Lord pitieth them that fear Him, So the Lord pitieth them that fear Him.” When one by one our treasured hopes Like autumn leaves decay, And they who made our life most dear Are borne from us away, O look beyond the veil of time, Where springs of comfort flow, And trust His Word, that changeth not, Though uttered years ago. Refrain The clouds that bode the darkest hour The purest light may bring; The heart that mourns its broken chords The sweetest song may sing; Though oft a rugged path we tread, Yet this one thing we know, God’s holy Word can never change, Though uttered years ago. Refrain

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• [Psa 103:13] Tender Love A Father Has, The

  The tender love a father has For all his children dear, Such love the Lord bestows on them Who worship Him in fear. The Lord remembers we are dust, And all our frailty knows; Man’s days are like the tender grass, And as the flower he grows. The flower is withered by the wind That smites with blighting breath; So man is quickly swept away Before the blast of death. Unchanging is the love of God, From age to age the same, Displayed to all who do His will And reverence His Name. Those who His gracious cov’nant keep The Lord will ever bless; Their children’s children shall rejoice To see His righteousness.

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Luke 11:11-13

• [Luk 11:13] Come, Thou Holy Paraclete

  Come, Thou holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Send Thy light and brilliancy: Father of the poor, draw near; Giver of all gifts, be here; Come, the soul’s true radiancy. Come, of comforters the best, Of the soul the sweetest guest, Come in toil refreshingly: Thou in labor rest most sweet, Thou art shadow from the heat, Comfort in adversity. O Thou Light, most pure and blest, Shine within the inmost breast Of Thy faithful company. Where Thou art not, man hath naught; Every holy deed and thought Comes from Thy divinity. What is soilèd, make Thou pure; What is wounded, work its cure; What is parchèd, fructify; What is rigid, gently bend; What is frozen, warmly tend; Strengthen what goes erringly. Fill Thy faithful, who confide In Thy power to guard and guide, With Thy sevenfold mystery. Here Thy grace and virtue send: Grant salvation to the end, And in Heav’n felicity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal