Kidung Jemaat

Micah 4:6-7

• Agungkan Allahmu [KJ.72] ( The God of Abraham Praise / Yigdol )

  1. Agungkan Allahmu, junjungan Abraham, Yang takhta rahmatNya teguh, Sang Raja Am! Yang Ada, Yang Esa, dipuji, disembah di sorga dan di dunia selamanya!	Mzm 95-99 1 Tim 6:15-16 Mzm 69:35 Mzm 148
  2. Agungkan Allahmu, Junjungan Abraham dan sumber sukacitaku, tempat tent'ram. Kutolak dunia dan harkat yang semu; Allahku harta yang baka, Perisaiku!	Mzm 16:5, 11 Mzm 73:26
  3. Terjamin janjiNya dan itu kupegang: di sayap rajawalilah 'ku masuk t'rang. K'lak tampak wajahNya, Kupuji kuasaNya dan menyanyikan rahmatNya selamanya.	Yes 40:31
  4. Di negeri baka bertakhta Pemenang Sang Raja Damai Dialah dan Raja T'rang Kekal kuasaNya di Sion yang cerlang Bersama orang suciNya yang t'lah menang	Yl 3:17 Mi 4:7 Ibr 12:22-23
  5. Yang sudah ditebus memuji Tuhannya, "Sang Bapa, Putra, Roh Kudus terpujilah!" Ya Allah Abraham, Kau juga Allahku; 'ku sujud dan penuh iman memujimu.	Mat 3:9 Gal 3:8, 14, 29
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Hymns

Isaiah 27:12

• [Isa 27:12] A Few More Marchings Weary

  A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! A few more storm clouds dreary, then we’ll gather home! A few more days the cross to bear, And then with Christ a crown to wear; A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain O’er time’s rapid river, soon we’ll rest forever; No more marchings weary when we gather home! A few more nights of weeping, then we’ll gather home! A few more watches keeping, then we’ll gather home! A few more vict’ries over sin, A few more sheaves to gather in, A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain A few more sweet links broken, then we’ll gather home! A few more kind words spoken, then we’ll gather home! A few more partings on the strand, And then away to Canaan’s land: A few more marchings weary, then we’ll gather home! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 27:12] Garnered Sheaves

  At the feet of the Blessèd Master We would lay our garnered sheaves; When we come, and all empty handed, Surely sore the Master grieves! Refrain Garnered sheaves from the fields so white to harvest! Garnered sheaves richly yields life’s golden harvest! At the feet of the Blessèd Master We would lay our garnered sheaves. While the fields then are white with harvest, And the laborers are few, Let us strive well to fill the garner, And be reapers staunch and true. Refrain O the joy of successful labor! O the joy of work well done! O the joy of the Master’s praises To the soul whose crown is won! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal