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Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 25:18

Ya Allah Bapa [KJ.23] Hover on the song's title to listen the music

1. Ya Allah Bapa di sorga mahatinggi, puji sembah dan syukur bagiMu. Mahabesar, mulia namaMu dan kuasaMu kekal selamanya.
2. Aku berlutut dan dosa kupanjatkan, 'ku bertelut memohon rahmatMu; ampunilah segala dosaku dan limpahkanlah berkat anugerah.	Mzm 25:18
3. Aku naikkan puji dan doa ini demi nama Tuhanku Penebus, Putra kekal, abadi dan kudus, Jurus'lamat dan Raja semesta.
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Hymns

Psalms 25:18

[Psa 25:18] Before Thy Throne, O God, We Kneel Hover on the song's title to listen the music

Before Thy throne, O God, we kneel;
Give us a conscience quick to feel,
A ready mind to understand
The meaning of Thy chastening hand;
Whate’er the pain and shame may be,
Bring us, O Father, nearer Thee.

Search out our hearts and make us true,
Wishful to give to all their due;
From love of pleasure, lust of gold,
From sins which make the heart grow cold,
Wean us and train us with Thy rod;
Teach us to know our faults, O God.

For sins of heedless word and deed,
For pride ambitious to succeed;
For crafty trade and subtle snare
To catch the simple unaware;
For lives bereft of purpose high,
Forgive, forgive, O Lord, we cry.

Let the fierce fires, which burn and try,
Our inmost spirits purify:
Consume the ill; purge out the shame;
O God! be with us in the flame;
A newborn people may we rise,
More pure, more true, more nobly wise.

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source: Cyberhymnal

Micah 7:18-20

[Mic 7:19] Why Does Your Face, Ye Humble Souls Hover on the song's title to listen the music

Why does your face, ye humble souls,
Those mournful colors wear?
What doubts are these that waste your faith,
And nourish your despair?

What though your numerous sins exceed
The stars that fill the skies,
And aiming at th’eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rise:

What though your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation swell,
And has its cursed foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell:

See here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace;
Behold a dying Savior’s veins
The sacred flood increase.

It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound:
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne’er be found.

Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults;
And pard’ning blood, that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts.

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source: Cyberhymnal