Kidung Jemaat

Amos 8:9-10

• Tuhan Melawat UmatNya [KJ.214]

  1. Tuhan melawat umatNya; malam menjadi pagi! Dalam terang hadiratNya kita dihibur lagi!	Luk 1:78-79 Luk 7:16
  2. Habis menanggung mautNya di atas kayu salib, kuburNya ditinggalkanNya: Ia telah kembali!
  3. Murid-muridNya tercengang, kar'na tak menyadari bahwa Mesias t'lah menang atas set'ru terakhir.	Luk 24:12, 37 1 Kor 15:26
  4. Sion penuh keluh-kesah, kidung diganti tangis; duka menimpa jiwanya awan menutup langit.	Yes 3:26 Rat 1:4 Amos 8:10
  5. Hai putri Sion, nyanyilah! Janganlah susah hati: dalam cahaya hidupNya dukamu diobati!	Yes 52:9 Zef 3:14 Zkh 2:10 Yes 61:2-3
  6. Puji-pujian mulutmu kini segar kembali: oleh kuasa Roh Kudus kubur dibuka lagi!
  7. Nyanyi seputar dunia bahwa Tuhanmu bangkit! FirmanNya tinggal beserta dan mengobarkan hati!	Luk 24:32
  8. Umat percaya, bangunlah, nyanyi tiap hari; hiduplah bersejahtera, t'rima berkat ilahi!
  9. Takhta mengganti salibNya dalam terang sorgawi; kita di KerajaanNya hidup kekal abadi!	Mat 25:31 Why 5:6 Why 7:17
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Hymns

Isaiah 50:3-4

• [Isa 50:4] Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve

  Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown. A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way, And onward urge thy way. ’Tis God’s all animating voice That calls thee from on high; ’Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye, To thine aspiring eye. Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown, And an immortal crown.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Isa 50:4] Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking

  Come, my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking over the earth another day; Come to Him Who made this splendor; See thou render all thy feeble powers can pay. Thou, too, hail the light returning Ready burning be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended, God hath tended with His care thy helpless hours. Pray that He may prosper ever Each endeavor when thine aim is good and true; But that He may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, when thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that He thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, and discern each deed of sin. Mayest thou on life’s last morrow, Free from sorrow, pass away in slumber sweet: And, released from death’s dark sadness, Rise in gladness that far brighter Sun to greet. Only God’s free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, but His Spirit’s voice obey; Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding Light enfolding all things in unclouded day.

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  source: Cyberhymnal