Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 13:1

• Serahkan pada Tuhan [KJ.417]

  1. Serahkan pada Tuhan seluruh jalanmu; kuatirmu semua ditanggungNya penuh. Sedangkan angin lalu dituntun tanganNya, Pun jalan di depanmu, Tuhan mengaturnya.	Mzm 37:5 1 Ptr 5:7
  2. Hendaklah kau percaya kepada Tuhanmu; niscaya kau bahagia, kerjamu pun teguh. Usahamu sendiri takkan menolongmu; Tuhanmu mengingini doamu yang tekun.	Mzm 1:3 Yoh 15:5
  3. Ya Bapa yang rahmani, Kau sungguh mengenal yang baik bagi kami di dalam tiap hal. Setia kaulakukan maksudMu yang tetap; Terwujudlah semua sempurna dan lengkap.	Rm 8:28
  4. Dan waktu setan maju berontak menyerang, tak usah ragu-ragu: Allahmu yang menang! Mustahil Allah mundur di dalam maksudNya; RencanaNya tak luntur, teguh selamanya.	Luk 10:17-18 Ef 4:27 1 Ptr 5:8-11 Why 12:9
  5. Beban kekuatiran lepaskan sajalah; segala kesedihan tinggalkan segera. Tak mampu kauatasi segala-galanya; Rajamu yang abadi menyelesaikannya.	Mat 6:25-34 Mat 11:28-30 1 Ptr 5:7 1 Tes 5:24
  6. Tentulah kadang-kadang tak nampak tanganNya, bagaikan t'lah terhadang terang anugerah, seolah-olah Tuhan tak lagi mendengar keluhan dan seruan di saat kau gentar.	Mzm 13:2-3 Mzm 28:1
  7. Tetap senantiasa percayalah teguh; tak mungkin kau binasa di pergumulanmu. Tuhanmu mengalihkan yang paling susah pun menjadi kebajikan di jalan hidupmu.	Mzm 13:6 1 Kor 10:13
  8. Alihkanlah, ya Tuhan, segala kemelut dan ajar kami pula berjuang bertekun. Setia Kau menjaga, membimbing umatMu Di dalam perjalanan menuju sorgaMu.
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• Ya Tuhan, Bimbing Aku [KJ.406]

  1. Ya Tuhan, bimbing aku di jalanku, sehingga 'ku selalu bersamaMu. Engganlah 'ku melangkah setapak pun, 'pabila Kau tak ada disampingku.	Mzm 73:23
  2. Lindungilah hatiku di rahmatMu dan buatlah batinku tenang teduh. Dekat kakiMu saja 'ku mau rebah dan tidak ragu-ragu 'ku berserah.	Luk 10:39
  3. Dan bila tak kurasa kuasaMu, Engkau senantiasa di sampingku. Ya Tuhan, bimbing aku di jalanku, sehingga 'ku selalu bersamaMu.	Mzm 13 Mzm 28:1
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Psalms 43:1-4

• Harap Akan Tuhan [KJ.445]

  	Mzm 42-43; Mzm 46
  1. Harap akan Tuhan, hai jiwaku! Dia perlindungan dalam susahmu. Jangan resah, tabah berserah, kar'na habis malam pagi merekah. Dalam derita dan kemelut Tuhan yang setia, Penolongmu!
  2. Harap akan Tuhan, hai jiwaku! Dia perlindungan dalam susahmu. Walau sendu, hatimu remuk, Tuhan mengatasi tiap kemelut. Ya Tuhan, tolong 'ku yang lemah: setiaMu kokoh selamanya!
  3. Harap akan Tuhan, hai jiwaku! Dia perlindungan dalam susahmu. Jalan sedih nanti berhenti; Yesus memberikan hidup abadi. Habis derita di dunia, purna sukacita. Haleluya!
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• Sebelum Semua Jadi [KJ.136]

  1. Sebelum semua jadi ada Firman Mulia; Dia Alfa dan Omega, citra Allah BapaNya. Dia itu Yang Pertama, pun Yang Akhir Dialah selamanya dan abadi.	Ams 8:23 Yoh 1:1-2 Why 1:8 Why 22:13
  2. Oleh Firman diciptakan yang mengisi semesta: langit, bumi dan samud'ra beserta penghuninya. Oleh Dia, untuk Dia terbentuk semuanya selamanya dan abadi.	Kej 1:3-31 Mzm 33:6 Yoh 1:3 Ibr 1:2 Kol 1:16
  3. Ia ambil rupa insan, rupa Adam yang fana, menderita sampai mati menebus manusia, agar kita tak binasa, tapi hidup olehNya selamanya dan abadi.	Yoh 1:14 Flp 2:6-8 Yoh 3:16
  4. Ia pun telah dikandung dar pada Roh Kudus dan perawan terberkati melahirkan penebus. Tampak wujud Jurus'lamat di wajahNya yang kudus selamanya dan abadi.	Mat 1:20 Luk 1:35, 42 2 Kor 4:6
  5. Puji, hai malaikat sorga, puji Raja semesta! Penguasa duniawi, puji Allah Yang Esa! Biarlah segala lidah mengagungkan Tuhannya selamanya dan abadi.	Mzm 148 Luk 2:14 Flp 2:9-11
  6. Janji pada masa lampau dalam Dia t'lah genap. Dialah yang disyairkan di halaman Alkitab. Sudah datang Jurus'lamat; puji syukur menggegap selamanya dan abadi.	Mat 1:22-23
  7. Maha Hakim orang mati, Raja orang hidup pun, Kau di takhta Allah Bapa mengalahkan lawanMu. Unsur jahat Kauenyahkan dalam penghakimanMu selamanya dan abadi.	2 Kor 5:10 Why 20:11-15 Kis 2:33-35
  8. Biar kami, tua-muda, umatMu, kecil-besar, bersyukur memuji Dikau, Raja adil dan benar: biar madah orang s'lamat silih-ganti terdengar selamanya dan abadi.	Mzm 148:12-13 Why 19:5 Why 15:2-4
  9. KepadaMu, Yesus Kristus, dan kepada BapaMu dan kepada Roh Penghibur layak diberi syukur, puji, hormat dan kuasa dalam KerajaanMu selamanya dan abadi.
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Hymns

Psalms 10:1

• [Psa 10:1] O Why So Far Removed

  O why so far removed, O Lord, And why so distant be; Why hidest Thou Thy face from us In our anxiety? The wicked in unholy pride The lowly poor oppress; Let them be taken in the snare Of their own craftiness. The wicked in his arrogance Refuses God to fear, Nor is it in his thoughts at all The sovereign God to hear. His ways are grievous and Thy laws Too high for him to see; He therefore his defiance bids, And taunts his enemy. For he within his heart has said, I suffer no distress, Adversity comes not to me, I still have had success. In cursing and deceit and fraud His tongue is ever skilled; With festering iniquity His mouth is ever filled. He lurks in village hiding place, And in dark corners bent, He watches for the humble poor, To seize the innocent. In stealth he cowers covertly As lion in his lair, That he may pounce upon the poor, And catch him in his snare. He crouches low so that the poor To his strong friends may fall, And tells himself that God forgets Or sees it not at all. Arise, O Lord, and lift Thy hand, The poor in memory keep. How can the wicked blaspheme God And say He is asleep? For surely Thou dost see, O Lord, Dost see the sin and spite; And when the helpless look to Thee Thou dost their wrong requite. Break Thou the force of evil men, Befriend the fatherless, Trace out the wicked everywhere, Uproot their wickedness. The Lord our God is sovereign still, The heathen all are slain. Thou, Lord, hast heard the suppliant’s prayer And dost his heart sustain. No more shall boasting arrogance Or taunting pride oppress; The poor and orphaned Thou wilt hear And judge with righteousness.

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• [Psa 10:1] Wherefore Is It That Thou, O Lord

  Wherefore is it that Thou, O Lord, Dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest Thou Thyself, When times so troublous are? The wicked in his loftiness Doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram’d Let them be taken sure. The wicked of his heart’s desire Doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that’s covetous, Whom yet the Lord doth hate. The wicked, through his pride of face, On God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart The Lord is not at all. His ways they always grievous are; Thy judgments from his sight Removèd are: at all his foes He puffeth with despight. Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not movèd be; And no adversity at all Shall ever come to me. His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, Is fill’d abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is Mischief and vanity. He closely sits in villages; He slays the innocent: Against the poor that pass him by His cruel eyes are bent. He, lion-like, lurks in his den; He waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, His prey he doth him make. Himself he humbleth very low, He croucheth down withal, That so a multitude of poor May by his strong ones fall. He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides His countenance, and He For ever sees it not. O Lord, do Thou arise; O God, Lift up Thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones Out of Thy memory. Why is it that the wicked man Thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require He in his heart denies. Thou hast it seen; for their mischief And spite Thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to Thee; Thou art the orphan’s stay. The arm break of the wicked man, And of the evil one; Do Thou seek out his wickedness, Until Thou findest none. The Lord is King through ages all, Ev’n to eternity; The heathen people from His land Are perish’d utterly. O Lord, of those that humble are Thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and Thou To hear wilt bend Thine ear; To judge the fatherless, and those That are oppressèd sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, May them oppress no more.

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• [Psa 10:1] Why Dost Thou Stand Afar

  Why dost Thou stand afar, O Lord, in our distress? And why dost Thou conceal Thyself When troublous times oppress? Do Thou, O Lord, arise; O God, lift up Thy hand; Forget Thou not the suffering poor, The humble in the land. Their foes Thou dost behold, Their wrongs Thou wilt repay; The poor commit themselves to Thee, Thou art the orphans’ stay. Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer When humble hearts drew nigh; Thou also wilt revive their strength And ever hear their cry. Defend the fatherless, And all who are oppressed, That they by human pride and power May be no more distressed.

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• [Psa 10:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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• [Psa 10:1] Why Standest Thou Afar, O Lord?

  Why standest Thou afar, O Lord, Why art Thou hid in trouble’s hour? The wicked persecute the poor In haughty pride and reckless power. Let their devices work their fall, For in their shame is all their pride; And while they seek unrighteous gain The Lord of justice is defied. The wicked thinks, in foolish pride, There is no God Who will repay; He has no fear of God or man Because God’s judgments long delay. Unmoved by fear of coming doom, On fraud and wickedness intent, With craft he lurks and waits to catch The helpless and the innocent. A lion crouching for his prey, He waits the poor to overthrow; He thinks that God remembers not, Or hides His face and will not know. Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand, O God, protect the poor and meek; Why should the proud Thy justice doubt, And words of bold defiance speak? O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite, The sin and sorrow Thou dost see; The helpless and the fatherless Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee. Break Thou the power of wicked men And let their works no longer stand, The Lord is King forevermore, Who drove the nations from His land. Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer, The fainting heart Thou wilt restore, The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain, That mortal man may boast no more.

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Psalms 13:1

• [Psa 13:1] How Long Wilt Thou Forget Me

  How long wilt Thou forget me, O Lord, Thou God of grace? How long shall fears beset me While darkness hides Thy face? How long shall griefs distress me And turn my day to night? How long shall foes oppress me And triumph in their might? O Lord my God, behold me And hear mine earnest cries; Lest sleep of death enfold me, Enlighten Thou mine eyes; Lest now my foe insulting Should boast of his success, And enemies exulting Rejoice in my distress. But I with expectation Have on Thy grace relied; My heart in Thy salvation Shall still with joy confide; And I with voice of singing Will praise the Lord above, Who, richest bounties bringing, Has dealt with me in love.

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• [Psa 13:1] How Long Wilt Thou Forget Me, Lord?

  How long wilt Thou forget me, Lord? Shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that Thou Wilt hide Thy face from me? How long take counsel in my soul, Still sad in heart, shall I? How long exalted over me Shall be mine enemy? O Lord my God, consider well, And answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep Of death me overtake: Lest that mine enemy should say, Against him I prevailed; And those that trouble me rejoice, When I am moved and failed. But I have all my confidence Thy mercy set upon; My heart within me shall rejoice In Thy salvation. I will unto the Lord my God Sing praises cheerfully, Because He hath His bounty shown To me abundantly.

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• [Psa 13:1] How Long Wilt Thou Conceal Thy Face?

  How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav’nly rays That chase my fears away? How long shall my poor laboring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control And ease my raging pain. See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. Be Thou my sun, and Thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed In death’s eternal sleep. How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud At Thy so long delay. But they shall fly at Thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of Thy look, And hears Thy voice with dread. Thou wilt display Thy sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung, I shall employ my lips in praise And victory shall be sung.

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Psalms 43:1-4

• [Psa 43:1] Judge Me, God Of My Salvation

  Judge me, God of my salvation, Plead my cause, for Thee I trust; Hear my earnest supplication, Save me from my foes unjust; O my soul, why art thou grieving? What disquiets and dismays? Hope in God; His help receiving, I shall yet my Savior praise. For my Strength, my God, Thou art: Why am I cast off by Thee In the sorrow of my heart, While the foe oppresses me? Light and truth, my way attending, Send Thou forth to be my guide, Till Thy holy mount ascending, I within Thy house abide. At Thy sacred altar bending, God, my God, my boundless joy, Harp and voice, in worship blending, For Thy praise will I employ. O my soul, why art thou grieving? What disquiets and dismays? Hope in God; His help receiving, I shall yet my Savior praise.

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• [Psa 43:1] Judge Me, O God, And Plead My Cause

  Judge me, O God, and plead my cause Against a sinful race; From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by Thy grace. From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by Thy grace. On Thee my steadfast hope depends, And am I left to mourn? To sink in sorrows and in vain Implore Thy kind return? To sink in sorrows and in vain Implore Thy kind return? O send Thy light to guide my feet And bid Thy truth appear; Conduct me to Thy holy hill And taste Thy mercies there. Conduct me to Thy holy hill And taste Thy mercies there. Then to Thy altar, oh my God, My joyful feet shall rise, And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies. And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies.

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• [Psa 43:3] Give Light, O Lord

  Give light, O Lord, that we may learn The way that leads to Thee, That where our hearts true joy discern, Our life may be. Give light, O Lord, that we may know Thy one unchanging truth, And follow, all our days below, Our Guide in youth. Give light, O Lord, that we may see Where wisdom bids beware, And turn our doubting minds to Thee, In faithful prayer. Give light, O Lord, that we may look Beneath, around, above, And learn from nature’s living book Thy power and love. Give light, O Lord, that we may read All signs that Thou art near, And, while we live, in word and deed Thy Name revere. Give light, O Lord, that we may trace In trial, pain, and loss In poorest lot, and lowest place, A Savior’s cross. Give light, O Lord, that we may see A home beyond the sky, Where all who live in Christ with Thee Shall never die.

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• [Psa 43:3] Lead Me Higher

  Jesus, lead me up the mountain, Where the whitest robes are seen, Where the saints can see the fountain, Where the pure are keeping clean. Refrain Lead me higher up the mountain, Give me fellowship with Thee; In Thy light I see the fountain, And the blood is cleansing me. Higher up, where light increases, Rich above all earthly good, Where the life of sinning ceases, Where the Spirit comes in floods— Refrain Lead me higher, nothing dreading, In the race to never stop, In Thy footsteps keep me treading, Give me grace to reach the top. Refrain Save me better, make me surer, Put me where the fire refines, Where the breath of hope is purer, Where the brightest glory shines. Refrain

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• [Psa 43:3] Search Light

  Flash out the search light, dark is the way, Some weary wand’rer is going astray, Many temptations lurk now at his side, Many the perils that in his path hide. Refrain Flash out the search light, brighten the way, Follow the souls that in darkened paths stray, Search in the highways, search in the byways, Tell them that Jesus bids them come home. Flash out the search light, bright let it shine, Bearing the message of mercy divine, Christ the Redeemer Who seeketh for thee, Offers a pardon so full and so free. Refrain Light up the darkness, scatter the night, There is a brother who longs for the light, Now he is faltering, do not delay, Flash out the search light and brighten the way. Refrain

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• [Psa 43:3] Send Down Thy Truth, O God

  Send down Thy truth, O God; Too long the shadows frown; Too long the darkened way we’ve trod: Thy truth, O Lord, send down. Send down Thy Spirit free, Till wilderness and town One temple for Thy worship be: Thy Spirit, O send down. Send down Thy love, Thy life, Our lesser lives to crown, And cleanse them of their hate and strife: Thy living love send down. Send down Thy peace, O Lord: Earth’s bitter voices drown In one deep ocean of accord: Thy peace, O God, send down.

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• [Psa 43:3] Send Forth, O God, Thy Light And Truth

  Send forth, O God, Thy light and truth, And let them lead me still, Undaunted, in the paths of right, Up to Thy holy hill. Then to Thy altar will I spring, And in my God rejoice; And praise shall tune the trembling string, And gratitude my voice. O why, my soul, art thou cast down? Within me why distressed? Thy hopes the God of grace shall crown; He yet shall make thee blessed. To Him, my never failing Friend, I bow, and kiss the rod; To Him shall thanks and praise ascend, My Savior and my God.

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• [Psa 43:3] Send The Gospel Light

  Send the Light, oh, send it quickly Far across the heaving main; Speed the news of full salvation, Thro’ a dear Redeemer’s Name. Refrain Send the Light, oh, send it quickly To the isles beyond the sea; Let them hear the wondrous story— Love is boundless, grace is free! Send the Light, where souls are dying In their darkness, gloom, and night; Haste, oh haste! the days are fleeting, And the hours—how swift their flight. Refrain Send the Light—the Lord commands it! To His Holy Word attend: “Go ye forth and preach My Gospel; Lo! I’m with you to the end.” Refrain

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• [Psa 43:3] Send The Light

  There’s a call comes ringing over the restless wave, “Send the light! Send the light!” There are souls to rescue there are souls to save, Send the light! Send the light! Refrain Send the light, the blessèd Gospel light; Let it shine from shore to shore! Send the light, the blessèd Gospel light; Let it shine forevermore! We have heard the Macedonian call today, “Send the light! Send the light!” And a golden offering at the cross we lay, Send the light! Send the light! Refrain Let us pray that grace may everywhere abound, “Send the light! Send the light!” And a Christlike spirit everywhere be found, Send the light! Send the light! Refrain Let us not grow weary in the work of love, “Send the light! Send the light!” Let us gather jewels for a crown above, Send the light! Send the light! Refrain

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• [Psa 43:4] Awake, My Soul! To Sound His Praise

  Awake, my soul! to sound His praise, Awake my harp to sing; Join, all my pow’rs the song to raise, And morning incense bring. Among the people of his care, And thro’ the nations round, Glad sons of praise will I prepare, And there his name resound. Be Thou exalted, O my God! Above the starry train; Diffuse Thy heav’nly grace abroad, And teach the world Thy reign. So shall Thy chosen sons rejoice, And throng Thy courts above; While sinners hear Thy pard’ning voice, And taste redeeming love.

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