Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 137:2

• Besarkan Nama Tuhan [KJ.46]

  1. Besarkan nama Tuhan, Haleluya; kasihNya tak berkurang, Haleluya! Sekalipun keluhan menimpa umatNya, BerkatNya ditemukan, Haleluya!
  2. Dib'riNya hidup baru, gelap menjadi t'rang; sabdaNya besertamu di ngarai yang kelam. Hai kamu yang selalu padaNya berpegang, Tak usah ragu-ragu: tuntunanNya ten'tram!	Mzm 23:4
  3. Di dalam kekurangan -Kyrieleison- di tanah pembuangan, di tanah babilon, kendati musim zaman menghitam dan mendung, namaMu dibesarkan pujian mendengung.	Dan 3 :(51)
  4. Kecapi digantungkan -Miserikordia- ke pohon gandarusa, terbungkam suaranya; tetapi kasih Tuhan di Galilea Akhirnya menghiburkan, Haleluya!	Mzm 137:1-2 Mat 4:12-17
  5. Besarkan nama Tuhan, Haleluya; di dunia serukan kemuliaanNya! JanjiNya dikukuhkan demi manusia: Besarkan nama Tuhan, Haleluya!
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Hymns

Psalms 119:17

• [Psa 119:17] Thy Servant, Blessed By Thee

  Thy servant, blessed by Thee, shall live And keep Thy Word with awe; Lord open Thou mine eyes to see The wonders of Thy law. A pilgrim in the earth am I, Thy will to me reveal; To know Thy truth my spirit yearns, Consumed with ardent zeal. Thou dost rebuke the proud, O Lord, Who hate Thy holy Name; But since I keep Thy righteous law, Deliver me from shame. I on Thy statutes meditate, Though evil men deride; Thy faithful Word is my delight, My counselor and guide.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 119:49

• [Psa 119:49] Lord, Thy Word To Me Remember

  Lord, Thy Word to me remember, Thou hast made me hope in Thee; This my comfort in affliction, That Thy Word has quickened me. Mocked by those who are unrighteous, Still to Thy commands I cleave; Thinking on Thy former judgments, Help and comfort I receive. Wicked men, Thy law forsaking, Stirred my indignation strong; For in all my pilgrim journey Thy commandments are my song. Thou hast been my meditation And Thy law has been my guide; I have kept Thy righteous precepts, And have found them true and tried.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 119:129

• [Psa 119:129] Thy Wondrous Testimonies, Lord

  Thy wondrous testimonies, Lord, My soul will keep and greatly praise; Thy Word, by faithful lips proclaimed, To simplest minds the truth conveys. I thirst for Thy commandments, Lord, And for Thy mercy press my claim; O look on me, and show the grace Displayed to all who love Thy Name. Direct my footsteps in Thy Word, From sin’s dominion save my soul, From man’s oppression set me free, That I may yield to Thy control. O make Thy face to shine on me, And teach me all Thy laws to keep; Because Thy statutes are despised, With overwhelming grief I weep.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 137:2

• [Psa 137:2] Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints

  Your harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above We every moment come. His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things nor things to come Shall quench the spark divine. When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon His Name. Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at His control; His lovingkindness shall break through The midnight of the soul. Blest is the man, O Lord! That stays himself on Thee; Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord! Shall thy salvation see.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 149:5

• [Psa 149:5] All Ye That Love The Lord, Rejoice

  All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show. The Jews, the people of His grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Sion owns her King. The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despised in dust Salvation shall adorn. Saints should be joyful in their King, E’en on a dying bed; And like the souls in glory sing; For God shall raise the dead. Then His high praise shall fill their tongues Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. When Christ the judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all His friends Who humbly loved Him here. Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dared rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doomed to hell. The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford: Such honor for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 149:5] Saints Of God! Lo, Jesu’s People

  Saints of God! Lo, Jesu’s people Age to age your glory tell; In His Name for us ye labored, Now in bless eternal dwell. Twelve poor men, by Christ anointed, Braved the rich, the wise, the great, All the world counts dear rejecting, Rapt in their apostolate. Thus the earth their death-wounds purchased, Hallowed by the blood therefrom, On her bosom bore the nations, Laved, illumined—Christendom. On this feast, almighty Father, May we praise Thee with the Son, Evermore His love confessing, Who from Both with Both is One.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 149:5] There Is Glory In My Soul

  Since I lost my sins and I found my Savior, There is glory in my soul! Since by faith I sought and obtained God’s favor, There is glory in my soul! Refrain There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! Ev’ry day brighter grows, And I conquer all my foes; There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! There is glory in my soul! Since He cleansed my heart, gave me sight for blindness, There is glory in my soul! Since He touched and healed me in loving kindness There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since with God I’ve walked, having sweet communion, There is glory in my soul! Brighter grows each day in this heav’nly union, There is glory in my soul! Refrain Since I entered Canaan on my way to Heaven, There is glory in my soul! Since the day my life to the Lord was given, There is glory in my soul! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 149:5] There Is A Happy Land

  There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King, Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye. Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, blest, blest for aye. Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye; Kept by a Father’s hand, love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run; be a crown and kingdom won; And, bright, above the sun, we reign for aye.

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  source: Cyberhymnal