Kidung Jemaat

Revelation 3:21

• Dari Kubur yang Kelam [KJ.190]

  1. Dari kubur yang kelam Kristus bangkit megah; dari kuasa yang seram kita pun bebaslah!	Mrk 16:1-8 Kol 1:13-14 Ibr 2:14-15
  2. Diberi kepadaNya takhta Allah kekal. Isi sorga, dunia, nyanyi puji sembah.	Why 3:21 Why 5:12-13
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• Yang T'lah Menang [KJ.263]

  1. Yang t'lah menang disambut di Firdaus dan makan buah pohon Alhayat, tak lagi ingat duka atau maut: Kristus yang hidup Tuhannya tetap. Ia alami nikmat Sorgawi dan merasai kasih kekal, dan merasai kasih kekal.	Why 2:7
  2. Yang t'lah menang kelak mendapat juga roti sorgawi, jadi pangannya; kesaksiannya tak pernah terlupa dan nama baru diterimanya, yang diukirkan di atas intan tanda jaminan Sang Penebus, tanda jaminan Sang Penebus.	Why 2:17 Why 3:12
  3. Yang t'lah menang tak akan mengalami maut kedua di gelap ngeri, tapi melihat Bapa Mahakasih, ikut ber-Haleluya tak henti. Habis bertahan di perjuangan ia bawakan kurban syukur, ia bawakan kurban syukur.	Why 2:11
  4. Yang t'lah menang, namanya 'kan tertulis di kitab kehidupan yang baka; ia pun tampil dalam jubah putih, mengaku: "Kau Tuhanku s'lamanya!" Dan dari ia terima tajuk mulia s'lamat kudus, tajuk mulia s'lamat kudus.	Why 3:5 Why 2:10
  5. Yang t'ah menang menjadi sokoguru di rumah Allah s'lama-lamanya. Padanya dituliskan nama baru, nama Yerusalem dan Allahnya: yang ia raih, tanda abadi di dahinya, tanda abadi di dahinya.	Why 3:12 Why 14:1 Why 22:4
  6. Yang t'lah menang dib'ri tempat di sorga, takhta yang pantas jadi miliknya, habis berjuang di gelanggang dunia, di sisi Allah ia jayalah! Yang t'lah berlaga dalam percaya Dib'ri sejaht'ra habis perang, dib'ri sejaht'ra habis perang.	Why 3:21 Why 20:4 1 Tim 6:12 2 Tim 4:6-8 Ibr 12:1-3
  7. Ya Yesus, tolong! B'rilah kemenangan! Lihat betapa banyak musuhku: Iblis dan dosaku terus mengancam; aku perlukan pertolonganMu! Nanti, ya Tuhan, di dalam sorga aku serukan puji syukur, aku serukan puji syukur!	1 Ptr 5:8
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Hymns

Matthew 19:28

• [Mat 19:28] In Royal Robes Of Splendor

  In royal robes of splendor, Before the great King’s feet, The princes of His kingdom, The crowned Apostles, meet; To Him their songs adoring With heart and tongue they bring, Pure hearts and mighty voices— E’en as the angels sing. This Order sheds its luster O’er all the human race; A court of righteous judgment, The rock of Gospel grace; Rock of His Church, for ages Elected and foreknown; Whose glorious Master-Builder Is Head and Cornerstone. These are the Nazareans, Famed heralds to the world, Who, preaching Christ, His banner Of victory unfurled; Day unto day shows knowledge; Night utters speech to night; So these to earth’s four corners Their wondrous tale recite. Christ’s burden light they proffer, His easy yoke proclaim; The seed of life they scatter, That all may own His Name. The earth brought forth and budded, Where’er their ploughshare ran, And fruits of increase followed The faith of God made Man. These are the sure foundation On which the Temple stands; The living stones compacting That house not made with hands; The gates by which man enters Jerusalem the new; The bond which knits together The Gentile and the Jew. Let error flee before them, Let truth extend her way; Let dread of final judgment To faith and love give way; That, loosed from our offenses, We then may numbered be Among Thy saints in glory Around the throne with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Revelation 3:21

• [Rev 3:21] Ruler Of The Hosts Of Light

  Ruler of the hosts of light, Death hath yielded to Thy might; And Thy blood hath marked a road Which will lead us back to God. From Thy dwelling place above, From Thy Father’s throne of love, With Thy look of mercy bless Those without Thee comfortless. Bitter were Thy throes on earth, Giving to the Church her birth From the spear wound opening wide In Thine own life giving side. Now in glory Thou dost reign Won by all Thy toil and pain; Thence the promised Spirit send While our prayers to Thee ascend. Jesu, praise to Thee be giv’n With the Father high in Heav’n; Holy Spirit, praise to Thee, Now and through eternity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 3:21] Soldiers, Who Are Christ’s Below

  Soldiers, who are Christ’s below, Strong in faith resist the foe: Boundless is the pledged reward Unto them who serve the Lord. ’Tis no palm of fading leaves That the conqueror’s hand receives; Joys are his, serene and pure, Light that ever shall endure. For the souls that overcome, Waits the beauteous heavenly home, Where the blessèd evermore Tread, on high, the starry floor. Passing soon and little worth Are the things that tempt on earth; Heavenward lift thy soul’s regard; God Himself is thy Reward. Father, who the crown dost give, Savior, by whose death we live, Spirit, who our hearts dost raise, Three in One, Thy Name we praise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Rev 3:21] They That Overcome

  Overcoming evil day by day, This our warfare on the Christian way; Yet unto those that faithful endure, God has declared that His promise is sure. Refrain They that overcome, thus saith He, They that overcome, blessèd shall be; They that overcome the world and sin, Life and a crown in His kingdom shall win. Tho’ we suffer tribulation here, Tho’ our crosses oft may seem severe, Think of the joy when trials are past, Strong in the Lord we shall conquer at last. Refrain Overcoming, O my soul, arise, Overcoming, thou must reach the skies; Still journey on, and still overcome, Rest by and by with the Savior at home. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Revelation 4:4

• [Rev 4:4] That Beautiful Land

  I have heard of a land On a far away strand, In the Bible the story is told, Where no cares ever come, Neither darkness nor gloom, And nothing shall ever grow old. Refrain In that beautiful land, On the faraway strand, There awaits us a robe and a crown; In that city, we’re told, The streets are pure gold, And the sunlight shall never go down. There are evergreen trees That bend low in the breeze, And their fruitage is brighter than gold; There are harps for our hands, In that fairest of lands, And nothing shall ever grow old. Refrain There’s a home in that land, At the Father’s right hand; There are mansions whose joys are untold; There the ransomed will sing Round the throne of their King, And nothing shall ever grow old. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal