Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 13:1-3

• 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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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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 13:1-3

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 69:1-2

• [Psa 69:1] Save Me, O God

  Save me, O God, because the floods Come in upon my soul; I sink in depths where none can stand; Deep waters, o’er me roll. My constant calling wearies me, My throat is parched and dried, My eyes grow dim while for my God Still waiting I abide. O God, my folly and my sin Thy holy eye can see; Yet save from shame, Lord God of hosts, Thy saints that wait on Thee. Forbid, O God, our covenant God, That those who seek Thy face Should see Thy servant put to shame And share in my disgrace. It is for Thee I am reproached, For Thee I suffer shame, Until my brethren know me not, And hated is my name. It is my zeal for Thine abode That has consumed my life; Reproached by those reproaching Thee, I suffer in the strife. I wept, with fasting bowed my soul, Yet that was made my shame; When I in sackcloth clothed myself, Their byword I became. The men who sit within the gate With slander do me wrong, And they who linger at their cups Make me their jest and song.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 69:1] Save Me, O God, The Swelling Floods

  Save me, O God, the swelling floods Break in upon my soul; I sink, and sorrows o’er my head Like mighty waters roll. I cry till all my voice be gone, In tears I waste the day: My God, behold my longing eyes, And shorten Thy delay. They hate my soul without a cause, And still their number grows More than the hairs around my head, And mighty are my foes. ’Twas then I paid that dreadful debt That men could never pay, And gave those honors to Thy law Which sinners took away. Thus in the great Messiah’s name, The royal prophet mourns; Thus he awakes our hearts to grief, And gives us joy by turns. Now shall the saints rejoice, and find Salvation in My Name; For I have borne their heavy load Of sorrow, pain, and shame. Grief, like a garment, clothed Me round, And sackcloth was My dress, While I procured for naked souls A robe of righteousness. Amongst My brethren and the Jews I like a stranger stood, And bore their vile reproach, to bring The Gentiles near to God. I came in sinful mortals’ stead, To do My Father’s will; Yet when I cleansed My Father’s house, They scandalized My zeal. My fasting and My holy groans Were made the drunkard’s song; But God, from His celestial throne, Heard My complaining tongue. He saved Me from the dreadful deep, Nor let My soul be drowned; He raised and fixed My sinking feet On well-established ground. ’Twas in a most accepted hour My prayer arose on high; And for My sake my God shall hear The dying sinner’s cry.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Hebrews 5:7

• [Heb 5:7] Our Blessèd Savior Seven Times Spoke

  Our blessèd Savior sev’n times spoke When on the cross our sins He took And died lest men should perish. Let us His last and dying words In our remembrance cherish. “Father, forgive these men; for, lo, They truly know not what they do.” So far His love extended. Forgive us, Lord, for we, too, have Through ignorance offended. Now to the contrite thief He cries: “Thou, verily, in Paradise Shall meet Me ere tomorrow.” Lord, take us to Thy kingdom soon Who linger here in sorrow. To weeping Mary, standing by, “Behold thy Son,” now hear Him cry; To John, “Behold thy mother.” Provide, O Lord, for those we leave; Let each befriend the other. The Savior’s fourth word was “I thirst.” O mighty Prince of Life, Thy thirst For us and our salvation Is truly great; do help us, then, That we escape damnation. The fifth, “My God, My God, O why Forsake Me?” Hark, the awful cry! Lord, Thou wast here forsaken That we might be received on high; Let this hope not be shaken. The sixth, when victory was won, “’Tis finished!” for Thy work was done. Grant, Lord, that, onward pressing, We may the work Thou dost impose Fulfill with Thine own blessing. The last, as woe and sufferings end, “O God, My Father, I commend Into Thy hands My Spirit.” Be this, dear Lord, my dying wish; O heavenly Father, hear it. Whoe’er, by sense of sin oppressed, Upon these words his thoughts will rest, He joy and hope obtaineth And through God’s love and boundless grace A peaceful conscience gaineth. O Jesus Christ, Thou Crucified, Who hast for our offenses died, Grant that we e’er may ponder Thy wounds, Thy cross, Thy bitter death, Both here below and yonder.

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  source: Cyberhymnal