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Kidung Jemaat

Matthew 13:55

Bukan oleh Raja Roma [KJ.135] 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

1. Bukan oleh raja Roma, bukan oleh si Herodes, bukan oleh ahli Kitab, bukan oleh si Farisi manusia dis'lamatkan, manusia ditebus, tapi oleh Kanak-kanak yang terbaring di palungan.	Luk 2:11-12
2. Bukan oleh yang terdidik, bukan oleh orang pandai, bukan oleh para ahli yang empunya ilmu tinggi manusia dis'lamatkan manusia ditebus: oleh Anak tukang kayu, Anak Yusuf dan Maria.	1 Kor 1:20-30 Mat 13:55 Mrk 6:3 Yoh 1:45
3. Bukan oleh orang kaya yang tempatnya di istana, bukan oleh penguasa yang memiliki tentara manusia dis'lamatkan, manusia ditebus: oleh Orang yang terhukum, mati pada kayu salib.	Gal 3:13-14
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[Mat 10:3] He Sat To Watch O’er Customs Paid 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

He sat to watch o’er customs paid,
A man of scorned and hard’ning trade;
Alike the symbol and the tool
Of foreign masters’ hated rule.

But grace within his breast had stirred;
There needed but the timely word;
It came, true Lord of souls! from Thee,
That royal summons, “Follow Me.”

Enough, when Thou wert passing by
To hear Thy voice, to meet Thine eye;
He rose, responsive to the call,
And left his task, his gains, his all.

O wise exchange! with these to part
And lay up treasure in Thy heart;
With twofold crown of light to shine
Amid Thy servants’ foremost line!

Come, Savior, as in days of old;
Pass where the world has strongest hold,
And faithless care and selfish greed
Are thorns that choke the holy seed.

Who keep Thy gifts, O bid them claim
The steward’s, not the owner’s name;
Who yield all up for Thy dear sake,
Let them of Matthew’s wealth partake.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Mat 13:55] Son Of The Carpenter, Receive 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Son of the carpenter, receive
This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labor give,
By joining it to Thine.

Servant, at once, and Lord of all,
While dwelling here below,
Thou didst not scorn our earthly toil
And weariness to know.

Thy bright example I pursue,
To Thee in all things rise,
And all I think, or speak, or do,
Is one great sacrifice.

Careless through outward cares I go,
From all distraction free:
My hands are but engaged below,
My heart is still with Thee.

O when wilt Thou, my life, appear?
Then gladly will I cry,
“’Tis done, the work Thou gav’st me here,
’Tis finished, Lord,” and die!

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source: Cyberhymnal