Kidung Jemaat

Luke 1:50

• Dalam Rumah Yang Gembira [KJ.447]

  1. Dalam rumah yang gembira bunga Injil berseri; dalam kasih yang setia 'ku berbakti tak henti. Rut, Deborah dan Maria jadi contoh bagiku. 'Ku berjanji dan sedia, mara dapat kutempuh.	Hak 4-5 Rut 1:16 Luk 1:26-56
  2. Dukacita dan keluhan tak menggoncang hatiku. Sukacita sabda Tuhan, itulah pelitaku. Lihatlah sesama kita dalam susah terbenam, Mari angkatlah pelita dan pancarkanlah terang.	Mzm 119:105 2 Ptr 1:19 Mrk 4:21 Luk 11:33
  3. Menyebarkan sukacita dan menghibur yang lelah, itulah panggilan kita dalam dunia yang resah. Kita binalah bersama tunas bangsa yang besar dalam hidup sederhana, dalam kasih yang segar.
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• Hatiku Bersukaria [KJ.77]

  	1 Sam 2:1-10; Luk 1:46-55
  1. Hatiku bersukaria mengagungkan nama Tuhan, Allah, Juru s'lamatku.
  2. DiindahkanNya hambaNya; kini dan senantiasa diberkati namaku.	Luk 1:4
  3. Kar'na Allah Mahakuasa melakukan karya agung kepadaku yang rendah.
  4. Mahasuci Nama Allah; rahmatNya turun-temurun atas orang salehNya.
  5. DinyatakanNya kuasa hingga orang congkak hati habis oleh tanganNya
  6. DisuruhNya turun takhta pembesar dan panguasa ditinggikan yang rendah.	Mzm 75:8 Mzm 113:7-9 Yeh 21:26
  7. Orang lapar dikenyangkan orang kaya dihampakan dan disuruhNya pergi.	Mzm 107:9
  8. Sungguh Ia melepaskan Umat Israel, hambaNya, kar'na rahmatNya kekal.
  9. Seperti dijanjikanNya pada Abraham semula untuk s'lama-lamanya.	Kej 12:3 Kej 17:7 Kej 22:18 Mzm 105:42
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Hymns

Psalms 145:1

• [Psa 145:1] Before The Lord We Bow

  Before the Lord we bow, the God Who reigns above, And rules the world below, boundless in power and love. Our thanks we bring in joy and praise, our hearts we raise To Heaven’s high King. The nation Thou hast blest may well Thy love declare, From foes and fears at rest, protected by Thy care. For this fair land, for this bright day, our thanks we pay, Gifts of Thy hand. May every mountain height, each vale and forest green, Shine in Thy Word’s pure light, and its rich fruits be seen! May every tongue be tuned to praise, and join to raise A grateful song. Earth, hear thy Maker’s voice, thy great Redeemer own; Believe, obey, rejoice, and worship Him alone. Cast down thy pride, thy sin deplore and bow before The Crucified. And when in power He comes, O may our native land, From all its rending tombs, send forth a glorious band. A countless throng, ever to sing to Heaven’s high King Salvation’s song.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] God, My King, Thy Might Confessing

  God, my King, Thy might confessing, Ever will I bless Thy Name; Day by day Thy throne addressing, Still will I Thy praise proclaim. Honor great our God befitteth; Who His majesty can reach? Age to age His works transmitteth, Age to age His power shall teach. They shall talk of all Thy glory, On Thy might and greatness dwell, Speak of Thy dread acts the story, And Thy deeds of wonder tell. Nor shall fail from memory’s treasure Works by love and mercy wrought; Works of love surpassing measure, Works of mercy passing thought. Full of kindness and compassion, Slow to anger, vast in love, God is good to all creation; All His works His goodness prove. All Thy works, O Lord, shall bless Thee; Thee shall all Thy saints adore: King supreme shall they confess Thee, And proclaim Thy sovereign power.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] I Will Extol Thee, O My God

  I will extol Thee, O my God, and praise Thee, O my King; Yea, every day and evermore Thy praises will I sing. Great is the Lord, our mighty God, and greatly to be praised; His greatness is unsearchable, above all glory raised. Each generation to the next shall testimony bear, And to Thy praise, from age to age, Thy wondrous acts declare; Upon Thy glorious majesty and honor I will dwell, And all Thy grand and glorious works and all Thy greatness tell. Thy mighty acts and terrible shall men with awe confess; Of Thy great goodness they shall sing, and perfect righteousness. Most gracious and compassionate is God Who reigns above; His wrath is ever slow to rise, unbounded is His love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] My God, My King, Thy Various Praise

  My God, my King, Thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to Thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for Thee. Thy truth and justice I’ll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift, Thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak Thy majesty divine; Let us upon all shores proclaim [originally, Let Britain round her shores proclaim] The sound and honor of Thy Name. Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of Thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds? Vast and unsearchable Thy ways, Vast and immortal be Thy praise!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] O Lord, Thou Art My God And King (1)

  O Lord, Thou art my God and King, And I will ever bless Thy Name. I will extol Thee every day, And evermore Thy praise proclaim. The Lord is greatly to be praised. His greatness is beyond our thoughts. From age to age the sons of men Shall tell the wonders God has wrought. Upon Thy glorious majesty And wondrous works my mind shall dwell. Thy deeds fill all the world with awe, And of Thy greatness I will tell. Thy matchless goodness and Thy grace Thy people shall commemorate, And all Thy truth and righteousness My joyful song shall celebrate. The Lord our God is rich in grace, Most tender and compassionate; His anger is most slow to rise, His lovingkindness is most great. The Lord is good in all His ways, His creatures know His constant care; To all His works His love extends, All men His tender mercies share. Thy works shall give Thee thanks, O Lord, Thy saints Thy mighty acts shall show, Till o’er the earth the sons of men Thy kingdom, power and glory know. Eternal is Thy kingdom, Lord, Forever strong and ever sure; While generations rise and die, Shall Thy dominion still endure.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] O Lord, Thou Art My God And King (2)

  O Lord, Thou art my God and King; Thee will I magnify and praise: I will Thee bless, and gladly sing Unto Thy holy Name always. Each day I rise I will Thee bless, And praise Thy Name time without end. Much to be praised, and great God is; His greatness none can comprehend. Race shall Thy works praise unto race, The mighty acts show done by Thee. I will speak of the glorious grace, And honor of Thy majesty; Thy wondrous works I will record. By men the might shall be extolled Of all Thy dreadful acts, O Lord: And I Thy greatness will unfold. They utter shall abundantly The memory of Thy goodness great; And shall sing praises cheerfully, Whilst they Thy righteousness relate. The Lord our God is gracious, Compassionate is He also; In mercy He is plenteous, But unto wrath and anger slow. Good unto all men is the Lord: O’er all His works His mercy is. Thy works all praise to Thee afford: Thy saints, O Lord, Thy Name shall bless. The glory of Thy kingdom show Shall they, and of Thy power tell: That so men’s sons His deeds may know, His kingdom’s grace that doth excel. Thy kingdom hath none end at all, It doth through ages all remain. The Lord upholdeth all that fall, The cast-down raiseth up again. The eyes of all things, Lord, attend, And on Thee wait that here do live, And Thou, in season due, dost send Sufficient food them to relieve. Yea, Thou Thine hand dost open wide, And every thing dost satisfy That lives, and doth on earth abide, Of Thy great liberality. The Lord is just in His ways all, And holy in His works each one. He’s near to all that on Him call, Who call in truth on Him alone. God will the just desire fulfill Of such as do Him fear and dread: Their cry regard, and hear He will, And save them in the time of need. The Lord preserves all, more and less, That bear to Him a loving heart: But workers all of wickedness Destroy will He, and clean subvert. Therefore my mouth and lips I’ll frame To speak the praises of the Lord: To magnify His holy Name For ever let all flesh accord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] Our Helper God, We Bless Thy Name

  Our Helper, God, we bless Thy Name, Whose love forever is the same; The tokens of Whose gracious care Begin and crown and close the year. Amid ten thousand snares we stand, Supported by Thy guardian hand; And see, when we review our ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. Thus far Thine arm has led us on; Thus far we make Thy mercy known; And while we tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. Our grateful souls on Jordan’s shore Shall raise one sacred pillar more, Then bear, in Thy bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] Savior, Again To Thy Dear Name

  Savior, again to Thy dear Name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise; We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease; Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day. Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon Thy Name. Grant us Thy peace, through this approaching night; Turn Thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep Thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to Thee. Grant us Thy peace—the peace Thou didst bestow On Thine Apostles in Thine hour of woe; The peace Thou broughtest, when at eventide They saw Thy piercèd hands, Thy wounded side. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life; Peace to Thy church from error and from strife; Peace to our land, the fruit of truth and love; Peace in each heart, Thy Spirit from above. Thy peace in life, the balm of every pain; Thy peace in death, the hope to rise again; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. Father, once more before we part, we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise: Once more we bless Thee, ere our songs shall cease, Then, lowly kneeling, pray Thee for Thy peace. Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night, Turn Thou for us its darkness into light. From harm and danger, fear and shame kept free, For dark and light are both alike to Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 145:1] We Will Exalt You, Our God The King

  We will exalt you, our God the King; For ever we will bless your name. Your praises we will forever sing, Each day we will extol your fame. The Lord is great and most worthy of praise; His greatness no one can fully know. Each age will tell of His wondrous ways And to their children His glories show. The saints will speak of your majesty, And I will ponder your awesome works. They will rejoice in your charity, And joyfully sing of your righteousness. The Lord is gracious and slow to wrath, So full of mercy and rich in grace. The Lord is good to all He has made, And shows compassion in every place. All your creation will praise you, Lord; Your saints will sing and declare your worth; From joyful lips will your might be heard, And kingdom glories throughout the earth. All your creation depends on you, You feed them at their appointed time, You, Lord, are righteous in all you do, Let every creature exalt your Name.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 16:8

• [Psa 16:8] I Set The Lord Before My Face

  I set the Lord before my face, He bears my courage up; My heart and tongue their joys express, My flesh shall rest in hope. My spirit, Lord, Thou wilt not leave Where souls departed are; Nor quit my body to the grave, To see corruption there. Thou wilt reveal the path of life, And raise me to Thy throne; Thy courts immortal pleasure give, Thy presence joys unknown. Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung; And Providence fulfills the word Of his prophetic tongue. Jesus, whom every saint adores, Was crucified and slain: Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, He lives again! When shall my feet arise and stand On Heav’n’s eternal hills? There sits the Son at God’s right hand, And there the Father smiles.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 16:8] Lord, Be Thy Word My Rule

  Lord, be Thy Word my rule, In it may I rejoice; Thy glory be my aim; Thy holy will my choice. Thy promises my hope; Thy providence my guard; Thine arm my strong support; Thyself my great Reward.
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• [Psa 16:8] When God Is Nigh

  When God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; My dying flesh shall rest in hope. Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, Thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose Thy children in the grave. My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way Up to Thy throne above the sky. There streams of endless pleasures flow; And full discoveries of Thy grace, Which we but tasted here below, Spread heav’nly joys through all the place.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Luke 1:50

• [Luk 1:50] There’s A Wideness In God’s Mercy

  There’s a wideness in God’s mercy, Like the wideness of the sea; There’s a kindness in His justice, Which is more than liberty. There is no place where earth’s sorrows Are more felt than up in Heaven; There is no place where earth’s failings Have such kindly judgment given. There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Savior; There is healing in His blood. There is grace enough for thousands Of new worlds as great as this; There is room for fresh creations In that upper home of bliss. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of our mind; And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed; There is joy for all the members In the sorrows of the Head. ’Tis not all we owe to Jesus; It is something more than all; Greater good because of evil, Larger mercy through the fall. If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Souls of men! why will ye scatter Like a crowd of frightened sheep? Foolish hearts! why will ye wander From a love so true and deep? It is God: His love looks mighty, But is mightier than it seems; ’Tis our Father: and His fondness Goes far out beyond our dreams. But we make His love too narrow By false limits of our own; And we magnify His strictness With a zeal He will not own. Was there ever kinder shepherd Half so gentle, half so sweet, As the Savior who would have us Come and gather at His feet?

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  source: Cyberhymnal