Kidung Jemaat

Luke 10:2

• Inilah Hari Kelima Puluh [KJ.241]

  	R:Bil 28:16-31
  1. Inilah Hari Kelimapuluh, Hari Pentakosta; panen pertama menjadi nampak, panen dari Paskah.	Kel 23:16 Kel 34:22 Im 23:15-22 Ul 16:9-12 Kis 2:1
  2. Untuk siapakah hasil pertama ini? Untuk Tuhan, Sumber anugerah!
  3. Biji benih yang telah ditanam dengan air mata hidup menjadi tumbuhan dan buahnya sudah nyata.	Mzm 126:5-6 Mrk 4:26-29
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  5. Yesus ditanam dan bangkit pula pada masa Paskah, kini buahNya menjadi nyata pada Pentakosta.	Yoh 12:24 Yoh 4:35
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  7. Yesus tanaman yang mahaagung, diberkati Allah; nampaklah hasil tanaman itu: orang yang percaya.	Mat 9:37-38 Luk 10:2
  8. Untuk siapakah hasil pertama ini? Untuk Tuhan, Sumber anugerah!
  9. Hasil pertama mengandung janji untuk panen akhir: nanti tuaian purnama datang, janganlah kuatir!	Kol 1:18
  10. Untuk siapakah hasil pertama ini? Untuk Tuhan, Sumber anugerah!
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• Masih Banyak Orang Berjalan [KJ.429]

  1. Masih banyak orang berjalan dalam kuasa yang gelap. Tuhan, tolong kami sadarkan tiap orang yang sesat. O, berilah keselamatan pada orang yang Kautebus, agar mereka mendapatkan perjanjianMu yang kudus.
  2. Andaikata dulu muridMu tidak sudi bekerja mengabarkan cinta kasihMu pada dunia bercela, maka Injil yang Kauberikan pasti kini tak tersebar, sehingga dunia akan hilang, Tetap berdosa, bercemar.	Mrk 1:20 Mrk 6:7-13 Luk 10:1-12 Kis 4:33
  3. Utus kami menjadi saksi yang setia beriman, mengisahkan kasih sorgawi pada orang berbeban. Roh Kuduslah yang mengurapi, agar kami tetap tekun di dalam kasih melayani setiap orang berkeluh.	Yes 6:8 Yoh 17:18
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Hymns

Psalms 27:4

• [Psa 27:4] O That I Could For Ever Dwell

  O that I could for ever dwell, Delighted, at the Savior’s feet, Behold the form I love so well, And all His tender words repeat. The world shut out from all my soul, And Heav’n brought in with all its bliss— O is there aught from pole to pole, One moment to compare to this! This is the hidden life I prize— A life of penitential love; When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above. Thus would I live till nature fail, And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the veil, And of eternal joys partake.

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Luke 10:42

• [Luk 10:42] Beset With Snares On Every Hand

  Beset with snares on every hand, In life’s uncertain path I stand; Savior divine, diffuse Thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right. Engage this roving, treacherous heart To fix on Mary’s better part, To scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that none can take away. Then let the wildest storms arise, Let tempests mingle earth and skies; No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, But all my treasures with me bear. If Thou, my Jesus, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.

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• [Luk 10:42] O Love Divine, How Sweet Thou Art

  O love divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me. Stronger His love than death or hell; Its reaches are unsearchable; The first born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery The length, and breadth, and height. God only knows the love of God; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part. O that I could forever sit With Mary at the Master’s feet; Be this my happy choice; My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this To hear the Bridegroom’s voice. O that, with humbled Peter, I Could weep, believe, and thrice reply, My faithfulness to prove. Thou know’st, (for all to Thee is known, Thou know’st, O Lord, and Thou alone, Thou know’st that Thee I love. O that I could, with favored John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer’s breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest. Thy only love do I require, Nothing on earth beneath desire, Nothing in heaven above; Let earth, and heaven, and all things go, Give me Thy only love to know, Give me only Thy love.

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• [Luk 10:42] One Thing’s Needful

  One thing’s needful; Lord this treasure Teach me highly to regard; All else, though it first give pleasure, Is a yoke that presses hard. Beneath it the heart is still fretting and striving, No true, lasting happiness ever deriving. The gain of this one thing all loss can requite And teach me in all things to find true delight. Wilt thou find this one thing needful, Turn from all created things Unto Jesus and be heedful Of the blessèd joy He brings. For where God and Man both in one are united, With God’s perfect fulness the heart is delighted; There, there is the worthiest lot and the best, My One and my All and my Joy and my Rest. How were Mary’s thoughts devoted, Her eternal joy to find As intent each word she noted, At her Savior’s feet reclined! How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling, While hearing the lessons that Christ was revealing! For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot, And all was repaid in that one happy lot. Thus my longings, heav’nward tending, Jesus, rest alone on Thee. Help me, thus on Thee depending; Savior, come and dwell in me. Although all the world should forsake and forget Thee, In love I will follow Thee, ne’er will I quit Thee. Lord Jesus, both spirit and life is Thy Word; And is there a joy which Thou dost not afford? Wisdom’s highest, noblest treasure, Jesus, lies concealed in Thee; Grant that this may still the measure Of my will and actions be, Humility there and simplicity reigning, In paths of true wisdom my steps ever training. Oh, if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. Naught have I, O Christ, to offer Naught but Thee, my highest Good. Naught have I, O Lord, to proffer But Thy crimson-colored blood. Thy death on the cross hath Death wholly defeated And thereby my righteousness fully completed; Salvation’s white raiments I there did obtain, And in them in glory with Thee I shall reign. Therefore Thou alone, my Savior, Shalt be All in all to me; Search my heart and my behavior, Root out all hypocrisy. Restrain me from wandering on pathways unholy And through all life’s pilgrimage keep my heart lowly. This one thing is needful, all others are vain; I count all but loss that I Christ may obtain.

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Luke 10:2

• [Luk 10:2] Earth, O Lord, Is One Wide Field, The

  The earth, O Lord, is one wide field Of all Thy chosen seed; The crop prepared its fruit to yield; The laborers are few indeed. We therefore come before Thee now With fasting, and with prayer, Beseeching of Thy love that Thou Wouldst send more laborers there. Not for our land alone we pray, Though that above the rest; The realms and islands far away, O let them all be blest. Endue the bishops of Thy flock With wisdom and with grace, Against false doctrine, like a rock, To set the heart and face. To all Thy priests Thy truth reveal, And make Thy judgments clear; Make Thou Thy deacons full of zeal, And humble, and sincere. And give their flocks a lowly mind To hear and to obey; That each and all may mercy find At Thine appearing day.

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• [Luk 10:2] Labor On

  In the harvest field there is work to do, For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few; And the Master’s voice bids the workers true Heed the call that He gives today. Refrain Labor on, labor on, Keep the bright reward in view, For the Master has said He will strength renew; Labor on till the close of day. Crowd the garner well with its sheaves all bright, Let the song be glad, and the heart be light, Fill the precious hours ere the shades of night Take the place of the golden day. Refrain In the gleaner’s path may be rich reward, Tho’ the time seems long, and the labor hard; For the Master’s joy, with His chosen shared, Drives the gloom from the darkest day. Refrain Lo! the Harvest Home in the realms above Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove, When the Master’s voice, in His words of love, Calls away to eternal day. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Lo! The Golden Fields Are Smiling

  Lo! the golden fields are smiling, Wherefore idle shouldst thou be? Great the harvest, few the workers, And the Lord hath need of thee. Go and work, the time is waning, Let thy earnest heart reply To the call so oft repeated, “Blessèd Master, here am I.” Refrain Hark! the song, the song of busy workers, In the fields so fair to see; Go and fill thy place among them, For the Lord hath need of thee. Take the balm of consolation That so oft has cheered thy heart; Let some weary brother toiler, In thy comfort share a part. Go and lift the heavy burden, He has struggled long to bear, Go, and kneeling down beside him, Blend thy faith with his in prayer. Refrain Go and gather souls for Jesus; Precious souls thy love may win; Lead them to the door of mercy; Tell them how to enter in. Go and gather souls for Jesus; Work while strength and breath remain; What are years of constant labor To the joy thou yet shalt gain? Refrain Go, then, work, the Master calleth; Go, no longer idle be; Waste no more thy precious moments, For the Lord hath need of Thee. Once He gave His life thy ransom, That thy soul with Him might live; Now the service He demandeth Can thy heart refuse to give? Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Lord Of The Living Harvest

  Lord of the living harvest That whitens o’er the plain, Where angels soon shall gather Their sheaves of golden grain, Accept these hands to labor, These hearts to trust and love, And deign with them to hasten Thy kingdom from above. As laborers in Thy vineyard, Lord, send them out to be Content to bear the burden Of weary days for Thee. To ask no other wages When Thou shalt call them home But to have shared the travail Which makes Thy kingdom come. Be with them, God the Father; Be with them, God the Son; And God the Holy Spirit, Most blessèd Three in One. Make them Thy faithful servants Thee rightly to adore And fill them with Thy fullness Both now and evermore.

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• [Luk 10:2] Not By Thy Mighty Hand

  Not by Thy mighty hand, Thy wondrous works alone, But by the marvels of Thy Word, Thy glory, Lord, is known. Forth from the eternal gates, Thine everlasting home, To sow the seed of truth alone, Thou didst vouchsafe to come. And still from age to age, Thou, gracious Lord, hast been The Bearer forth of goodly seed, The Sower still unseen. And Thou wilt come again, And Heav’n beneath Thee bow, To reap the harvest Thou hast sown, Sower and Reaper Thou. Watch, Lord, Thy harvest field, With Thine unsleeping eye, The children of the kingdom keep To Thy epiphany! That, when in Thy great day The tares shall severed be, We may be surely gathered in With all Thy saints to Thee.

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• [Luk 10:2] O Christ, Forget Not Them Who Stand

  O Christ, forget not them who stand Thy vanguard in the distant land, In flood, in flame, in dark, in dread, Sustain, we pray, each lifted head. Thine is the work they strive to do, Their foes so many, they so few, Be with Thine own, Thy loved, who stand, Christ’s vanguard, in the storm swept land.
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• [Luk 10:2] O Where Are The Reapers?

  O where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? With sickles of truth must the work be done, And no one may rest till the “harvest home.” Refrain Where are the reapers? O who will come And share in the glory of the “harvest home”? O who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin? Go out in the byways and search them all; The wheat may be there but the weeds are tall; Then search in the highway, and pass none by; But gather them all for the home on high. Refrain The fields are all ripening, and far and wide The world now is waiting the harvest tide: But reapers are few, and the work is great, And much will be lost should the harvest wait. Refrain So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, And gather together the golden grain; Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come, Then share ye His joy in the “harvest home.” Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Sing To The Lord Of Harvest

  Sing to the Lord of harvest, Sing songs of love and praise; With joyful hearts and voices Your alleluias raise. By Him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move; Sing to the Lord of harvest, A joyous song of love. By Him the clouds drop fatness, The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness, The valleys laugh and sing. He filleth with His fullness All things with large increase, He crowns the year with goodness, With plenty and with peace. Bring to His sacred altar The gifts His goodness gave, The golden sheaves of harvest, The souls He died to save. Your hearts lay down before Him When at His feet you fall, And with your lives adore Him, Who gave His life for all. To God the gracious Father, Who made us “very good,” To Christ, who, when we wandered, Restored us with His blood, And to the Holy Spirit, Who doth upon us pour His blessèd dews and sunshine, Be praise forevermore!

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• [Luk 10:2] Spread, O Spread, Thou Mighty Word

  Spread, O spread, thou mighty Word, Spread the kingdom of the Lord, Wheresoe’er His breath has given, Life to beings meant for Heaven. Tell them how the Father’s will Made the world, and keeps it still, How He sent His Son to save All who help and comfort crave. Tell of our Redeemer’s love, Who forever doth remove By His holy sacrifice All the guilt that on us lies. Tell them of the Spirit given Now to guide us up to heaven, Strong and holy, just and true, Working both to will and do. Word of life, most pure and strong, Lo! for Thee the nations long, Spread, till from its dreary night All the world awakes to light. Up! the ripening fields ye see, Mighty shall the harvest be; But the reapers still are few, Great the work they have to do. Lord of harvest, let there be Joy and strength to work for Thee, Till the nations, far and near, See Thy light, and learn Thy fear.

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• [Luk 10:2] There’s A Garden

  There’s a garden whose walk we never have known; There’s a light within us that has never been shown, Refrain Lord let us all enter this radiant place, Holy realm filled with Your love, Your beauty, and grace. In this garden is fruit whose harvest is due, But the harvest is great and the laborers few. Refrain We are one with Your Love in Your garden so free; We all now take Your hand and know oneness with Thee. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Up And Onward

  Up and onward, Christian workers, Life is fleeting, do not stray; Great the harvest, few the toilers, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Haste away, then, Christian workers, Hear the deep, despairing call; Go and rescue those that perish, Lend a helping hand to all. Where the reapers bear their burdens In the toil and heat of day, Where the golden sheaves are waving, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Where the conflict fiercely rages On the battlefield today, With our banner, shield and buckler, Up and onward, haste away! Refrain Consecrated to the service Of our Savior and our Lord; Ever faithful, true and earnest, We shall gain the great reward. Refrain

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• [Luk 10:2] Who Will Go?

  Hark! I hear a sound from o’er the water, ’Tis the cry of anguish and despair; ’Tis the cry of precious souls in darkness, While waiting for the light of Jesus, there; Hear the idle laborers near us saying, “Master what wilt Thou have me to do?” The harvest now is great, oh! haste, my brother, The reapers few. Refrain Who will go? Who will go? To the ends of the earth, Hast thou a passion for the lost? Dost thou realize what a soul is worth? Who will go? Who will go? Tell of Jesus’ death upon the tree? Oh! who will answer quickly, “Here am I, O Lord, send me”? Will you go and tell them of a Savior? Tell them how He suffered on the tree? Will you give your very life to save them? And tell them Jesus came to set them free? Will you take the way, endure the suffering? Finding in the cross your only rest? For suffering here with Jesus brings the glory, His ways are best. Refrain We will follow, we will follow Jesus, Willingly and gladly we’ll obey, He will never leave us nor forsake us, He is our Friend, our Comforter and Stay. Though He lead us o’er the briny ocean, Though He lead us o’er the sandy plain, We still will trust in Jesus Christ our Savior, Oh! praise His Name. Refrain After we’ve received the Spirit’s fullness, Filling all our hearts with love divine, We’re to witness to the blessèd Gospel, In every nation, country, land and clime, When we give the Gospel as a witness Unto every people far and near, With lightning flash, we’ll see in clouds of glory The King appear. Refrain

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Luke 3:8

• [Luk 3:8] Glory To God, Whose Sovereign Grace

  Glory to God, whose sovereign grace Hath animated senseless stones; Called us to stand before His face, And raised us into Abraham’s sons! The people that in darkness lay, In sin and error’s deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel day, In Jesus’ lovely face displayed. Thou only, Lord, the work hast done, And bared Thine arm in all our sight; Hast made the reprobates Thine own, And claimed the outcasts as Thy right. Thy single arm, almighty Lord, To us the great salvation brought, Thy Word, Thy all-creating Word, That spake at first the world from naught. For this the saints lift up their voice, And ceaseless praise to Thee is giv’n; For this the hosts above rejoice, We raise the happiness of Heav’n. For this, no longer sons of night, To Thee our thankful hearts we give; To Thee, who called us into light, To Thee we die, to Thee we live. Suffice that for the season past Hell’s horrid language filled our tongues, We all Thy words behind us cast, And lewdly sang the drunkard’s songs. But, O the power of grace divine! In hymns we now our voices raise, Loudly in strange hosannas join, And blasphemies are turned to praise!

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