Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 139:7

• Allahkulah Kuatku dan Mazmurku [KJ.62]

  1. Allahkulah kuatku dan mazmurku; namaNya dan karyaNya mahaagung; segala alam milikNya.	Mzm 118:14
  2. Terciptalah semua oleh firman; yang ada itu pun lenyap dan hilang jikalau dititahkanNya.	Kej 1:3-25 Mzm 33:6-9 Mzm 104:29-30
  3. PakaianNya semarak bercahaya; Dialah Raja untuk selamaNya; yang adil dasar takhtaNya.	Mzm 104:1-2 Mzm 97:1-2
  4. Ya Tuhanku, Engkau selalu hadir; Allahku tanpa awal, tanpa akhir, siapa menandingiMu?	1 Tim 1:17 Yes 40:25
  5. Di tanganMu aku ten'tram dan aman; Engkau kenal yang bakal kurancangkan, Engkau periksa hatiku.	Mzm 139:4, 23
  6. Engkau dekat, jalanku Kaumaklumi ke batas laut dan ke ujung bumi, di tiap waktu dan tempat.	Mzm 139:7-12
  7. Pikiranku dan hasratku Kaubaca; setiap tindak, yang benar dan salah, terbuka bagi mataMu.	Mzm 139:1-3
  8. MilikMulah segala yang 'ku punya; dengan semua patut kuagungkan namaMu, Tuhan, s'lamanya.	1 Kor 6:19-20
  9. Kembang kecil cerminan hikmat Tuhan; udara, laut, padang, pegunungan memuji Dikau bertahlil.	Mat 6:28-29 Mzm 148:7-10
  10. Engkau beri segala keperluan; Kausiram tanah, padi Kautumbuhkan: Kaubuka sumber rezeki.	Im 26:4-5 Mzm 104:10-18 Mzm 104:27-28
  11. Tanpa Engkau tiada pipit jatuh; hidupku pun berada di tanganMu: rahmatMu, Bapa, tidak jauh.	Mat 10:29-31
  12. Pelindungku Engkau, ya Sumber s'lamat; 'ku tak gentar: di dunia dan akhirat Engkau tempatku berteduh.	Mzm 142:6
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Hymns

Psalms 139:7

• [Psa 139:7] In All My Vast Concerns With Thee

  In all my vast concerns with Thee, In vain my soul would try To shun Thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of Thine eye. Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they’re formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word He knows the sense I mean. O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within Thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. So let Thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet Thy dreadful fire, In Heav’n Thy glorious throne. Should I suppress my vital breath To ’scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. If winged with beams of morning light I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. If o’er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard Thy law Would turn the shades to light. The beams of moon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to Thee: O may I ne’er provoke that power From which I cannot flee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal