Kidung Jemaat
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!Play - 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!Play
Hymns
Matthew 25:20-21
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[Mat 25:21] Hark! A Voice Divides The Sky
Hark! A voice divides the sky, happy are the faithful dead!
In the Lord who sweetly die, they from all their toils are freed;
Them the Spirit hath declared blessed, unutterably blessed;
Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest.Followed by their works, they go where their Head has gone before;
Reconciled by grace below, grace has opened mercy’s door;
Justified through faith alone, here they knew their sins forgiven,
Here they laid their burden down, hallowed, and made fit for heaven.Who can now lament the lot of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not, call us hopeless and unblessed:
When from flesh the spirit freed hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, “A man is dead!” Angels sing, “A child is born!”Born into the world above, they our happy brother greet,
Bear him to the throne of love, place him at the Savior’s feet;
Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done, good and faithful servant thou;
Enter, and receive thy crown, reign with Me triumphant now.”Angels catch the approving sound, bow, and bless the just award;
Hail the heir with glory crowned, now rejoicing with his Lord:
Fuller joys ordained to know, waiting for the general doom,
When the archangel’s trump shall blow, “Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:21] Is He Satisfied With Me?
I am satisfied with Jesus,
But a question comes to me
As I ponder o’er His goodness,
Is He satisfied with me?Refrain
Is my Master satisfied,
Is He satisfied with Me?
I am satisfied with Jesus;
Is He satisfied with me?Am I kind in word, and tender,
Am I all I ought to be,
Am I always His defender:
Is He satisfied with me?Refrain
Do I tell the blessèd story
Of the Christ on Calvary,
Doing all for His own glory:
Is He satisfied with me?Refrain
Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:21] Servant Of God, Well Done! (montgomery)
“Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master’s joy.”
The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame:
He fell, but felt no fear.Tranquil amid alarms,
It found him on the field,
A veteran, slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red cross shield.
His sword was in his hand,
Still warm with recent fight,
Ready that moment, at command,
Through rock and steel to smite.The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease;
And, life’s long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ;
And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Savior’s joy.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Matthew 25:23
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[Mat 25:23] Come, Labor On
Come, labor on!
Who dares stand idle, on the harvest plain
While all around him waves the golden grain?
And to each servant does the Master say,
“Go work today.”Come, labor on!
Claim the high calling angels cannot share—
To young and old the Gospel gladness bear;
Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly.
The night draws nigh.Come, labor on!
The enemy is watching night and day,
To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away;
While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not.Come, labor on!
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here:
By feeblest agents may our God fulfill
His righteous will.Come, labor on!
No time for rest, till glows the western sky,
Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie,
And a glad sound comes with the setting sun,
“Well done, well done!”Come, labor on!
The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure;
Blessèd are those who to the end endure;
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,
O Lord, with Thee!Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Mat 25:23] Servant Of God, Well Done! (wesley)
Servant of God, well done!
Thy glorious warfare’s past;
The battle’s fought, the race is won,
And thou art crowned at last.Of all thy heart’s desire
Triumphantly possessed;
Lodged by the ministerial choir
In thy Redeemer’s breast.In condescending love,
Thy ceaseless prayer He heard;
And bade thee suddenly remove
To thy complete reward.Ready to bring the peace,
Thy beauteous feet were shod,
When mercy signed thy soul’s release,
And caught thee up to God.With saints enthroned on high,
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,
And still to God salvation cry,
Salvation to the Lamb!O happy, happy soul!
In ecstasies of praise,
Long as eternal ages roll,
Thou seest Thy Savior’s face.Redeemed from earth and pain,
Ah! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus’ presence reign
With our translated friend?Come, Lord, and quickly come!
And, when in Thee complete,
Receive Thy longing servants home,
To triumph at Thy feet.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Matthew 28:7
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[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.Play 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.Play 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.Play 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!Play source: Cyberhymnal
