Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 141:9

• Tuhan, Datang Segera [KJ.463]

  	Mzm 141
  1. Tuhan, datang segera, datang padaku! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah. Pintu bibirku, ya Tuhan, Engkau jaga; jangan hatiku memihak kejahatan. Tuhan, datang segera, datang padaku! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah.
  2. Tuhan, aku dijerat oleh seteru! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah, Roh dan tubuhku kumohon Kaulepaskan dari belenggu kuasa kegelapan. Tuhan, aku dijerat oleh seteru! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah.
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Psalms 141:2

• Tuhan, Datang Segera [KJ.463]

  	Mzm 141
  1. Tuhan, datang segera, datang padaku! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah. Pintu bibirku, ya Tuhan, Engkau jaga; jangan hatiku memihak kejahatan. Tuhan, datang segera, datang padaku! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah.
  2. Tuhan, aku dijerat oleh seteru! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah, Roh dan tubuhku kumohon Kaulepaskan dari belenggu kuasa kegelapan. Tuhan, aku dijerat oleh seteru! PadaMu aku berserah, aku berserah.
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Hymns

Psalms 141:2

• [Psa 141:2] Holy Air Is Breathing Round, A

  A holy air is breathing round, A fragrance from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love. O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, To love not Thee nor Thine. But by the cross of Jesus taught, And all His gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer Thee, O Lord.
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• [Psa 141:2] Lord, In Thy Sight, O Let My Prayer

  Lord, in Thy sight, O let my prayer Like morning incense rise; My lifted hands accepted be An evening sacrifice. From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips With wary silence barred. From wicked men’s designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me share their evil works, Or their unrighteous gain. Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like healing oil upon my head I their reproof shall find.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 141:2] Precious Moments

  O the precious, precious moments That we spend before the throne, And to Jesus, our Redeemer, Make our wants and wishes known. Refrain O the peace that like a river From the mount of blessing flows; How it calms the weary spirit To a gentle, soft repose! O the precious, precious moments, When a loving voice we hear, In a whisper, low and tender, Breathing words of happy cheer. Refrain O the precious, precious moments, When the eye of faith shall see Visions of eternal glory, Endless raptures yet to be. Refrain There’s a balm for every trial, And a rest from every care, There’s a joy for every sorrow, At the golden gate of prayer. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 17:1-3

• [Psa 17:1] Lord, Hear The Right

  Lord, hear the right, regard my cry, My prayer from lips sincere, Send Thine approval from on high, My righteousness make clear. Thou in the night my heart hast tried, Nor found it turned from Thee aside. With steadfast courage I design No wrong to speak or do; Thy path of life I choose for mine And walk with purpose true. For help, O God, I cry to Thee, Assured that Thou wilt answer me. O Thou that ever savest those Whose trust on Thee is stayed, Preserving them from all their foes By Thine almighty aid, Let me Thy lovingkindness see, Thy wondrous mercy, full and free. O guard me well as one would guard The apple of the eye; While deadly foes are pressing hard, To Thee, to Thee I cry; Do Thou my rest and refuge be, O let Thy wings o’ershadow me. Mine enemy, grown strong in pride, Would take my life away, A lion lurking by my side, Most greedy for his prey. Confront and cast him down, O Lord, From evil save me by Thy sword. Defend me from the men of pride, Whose portion is below, Who, with life’s treasures satisfied, No better portion know; They, with earth’s joys and wealth content, Must leave them all when life is spent. When I in righteousness at last Thy glorious face shall see, When all the weary night is past, And I awake with Thee To view the glories that abide, Then, then I shall be satisfied.

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• [Psa 17:1] Sweet Savior! In Thy Pitying Grace

  Sweet Savior! in Thy pitying grace Thy sweetness to our souls impart; Thou only Lover of our race Give healing to the wounded heart; Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die. Long-suffering Jesu! hear our prayer Who weep before Thee in our shame; We have no hope but Thee; O spare, Lord, spare us from th’undying flame; Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die. All we have broken Thy command; Lord, help us for Thy mercies’ sake; Deliver us from Satan’s hand, And safely to Thy kingdom take; Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die. We flee for refuge to Thy love, Salvation of the helpless soul; Pour down Thy radiance from above, And make these sin-worn spirits whole: Oh! hear Thy contrite servants’ cry, And save us, Jesu! lest we die.

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  source: Cyberhymnal