Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 147:1-7

• Kita Satu di Dalam Tuhan [KJ.256]

  1. Kita satu di dalam Tuhan, satu G'reja yang esa. Marilah bertolong-tolongan, kau dan aku, s'muanya. Marilah bertolong-tolongan, kau dan aku, s'muanya.	Yoh 17:21-23 Rm 12:5 Ef 4:3-6 Kol 3:11 Gal 6:2 1 Ptr 4:10
  2. Hujan, air dan matahari Tuhan b'rikan s'muanya, bulan, bintang memuji-muji memenuhi semesta. Bulan, bintang memuji-muji memenuhi semesta.	Im 26:4-5 Mzm 65:10-14 Mzm 147:7-9 Mzm 148:3
  3. Tuhan s'lalu memelihara s'luruh alam semesta, kita pun disuruhNya juga, menyatakan kasihNya. Kita pun disuruhNya juga, menyatakan kasihNya.	Mzm 104:10-18
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• Manusia yang Meluku [KJ.335]

  	R:Yak 1:17
  1. Manusia yang meluku, menaburkan benih, tetapi kesuburan Tuhanlah yang memb'ri. Air hujan dikirimNya dan panas yang segar. Akhirnya padi tumbuh, menghijau dan mekar.	2 Kor 9:10 1 Kor 3:7 Kej 8:22 Im 26:4-5 Ul 11:14-15 Mzm 65:10-14 Mzm 147:7-9
  2. Apa pun yang baik semata anugerah. Dan kar'na itu pujilah kasihNya yang mesra.
  3. Semua diciptaNya, yang jauh, yang dekat: samudera yang luas dan rimba yang lebat. Tak satu dilupakan, semua dibela, dan kita dib'ri makan tak kunjung bersela.	Mzm 104:27-28 Mzm 136:25 Mzm 145:15-16
  4. Apa pun yang baik semata anugerah. Dan kar'na itu pujilah kasihNya yang mesra.
  5. Ya Bapa, t'rima kasih; yang sudi kau memb'ri kepada ciptaanMu: berkat dan rezeki. Tiada teruraikan kasihMu yang besar; terpujilah Kau, Bapa, rahmani dan jabar.
  6. Apa pun yang baik semata anugerah. Dan kar'na itu pujilah kasihNya yang mesra.
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• Tahukah Kamu Jumlah Bintang [KJ.68]

  1. Tahukah kamu jumlah bintang di angkasa yang megah dan berapa jumlah awan mengitari dunia? Tuhan Allah tahu semua, tiada satu yang dilupa dari jumlah yang besar, dari jumlah yang besar.	Yes 40:26 Ayb 38:37 Mzm 147:4
  2. Tahukah kamu jumlah ikan di samud'ra, berenang dan berapa burung-burung di udara, yang terbang? Tuhan Allah PenciptaNya; satu-satu dikenalNya. Semuanya pun senang, semuanya pun senang.	Mat 6:26
  3. Tahukah kamu jumlah anak di seluruh dunia bangun tidur tiap pagi dengan hati yang cerah? Allah Bapa dalam sorga mengindahkan semuanya; Kau pun diindahkanNya, kau pun diindahkanNya.
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Hymns

Psalms 147:1-7

• [Psa 147:1] O Could I Speak The Matchless Worth

  O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine! I’d sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous grace Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine. I’d sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt of sin, and wrath divine; I’d sing His glorious righteousness, in which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine. I’d sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, exalted on His throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known, make all His glories known. Soon, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, and I shall see His face; Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, a blessèd eternity I’ll spend, Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace. Oh could I speak the matchless worth, Oh could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine! I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:1] O Sing Ye Hallelujah

  O sing ye hallelujah! ’Tis good our God to praise. ’Tis pleasant and becoming to Him our songs to raise; He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted ones. The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name; His greatness and His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim; The meek He lifts to honor, He humbles sinful pride. Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and wide. The heav’ns with clouds He covers, He sends the cheering rain; The slopes of all the mountains He fills with grass and grain; To beast and bird His goodness their daily food supplies; He cares for all His creatures, attentive to their cries. No human power delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride; He loves the meek who fear Him and in His love confide; Then praise thy God, O Zion, His gracious aid confess; He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy children bless. He sends His swift commandment, and snow and ice enfold The world, and none are able to stand before His cold. Again He gives commandment: The winds of summer blow, The snow and ice are melted, again the waters flow. His statues and His judgments He makes His people know; To them as to no others His grace He loves to show; For matchless grace and mercy your grateful praises bring; To give Him thanks forever and hallelujah sing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, For It Is Good

  Praise ye the Lord, for it is good To sing unto our God; ’Tis right and pleasant for His saints To tell His praise abroad. The Lord our God builds up His Church, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and gently heals The broken-hearted ones. Our Lord is great, He calls by name And counts the stars of night; His wisdom is unsearchable, And wondrous is His might. The Lord upholds the poor and meek, He brings the wicked low; Sing praise to Him and give Him thanks And all His goodness show. No human might, no earthly pride Delights the Lord above; In them that fear Him He delights, In them that trust His love. O Zion, praise the Lord thy God, His wondrous love confess; He is thy glory and thy strength, He will thy children bless.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, ’tis Good To Raise

  Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in His praise; His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to His Name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great His might; And all His glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high, Who spreads His clouds all round the sky; There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature’s skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for Him. But saints are lovely in His sight, He views His children with delight; He sees their hope, He knows their fear, And looks, and loves His image there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:1] With Songs And Honors Sounding Loud

  With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends His showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven’s cry; But man, who tastes His finest wheat, Should raise His honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends His Word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey His mighty Word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:1] With Gladness We Worship

  With gladness we worship, rejoice as we sing, Free hearts and free voices, how blessèd to bring! The old thankful story shall seek Thine abode, Thou King of all glory, most bountiful God! Renewed by Thy Spirit, redeemed by Thy Son, Thy children would bless Thee for all Thou hast done: O Father, returning to love and to light, Our spirits are yearning to praise Thee aright. Thy right would we give Thee, true homage Thy due, And honor eternal, the universe through: With all Thy creation, earth, heaven and sea, In one acclamation we glorify Thee. We join with the angels, and so there is giv’n, From earth, Alleluia, in answer to Heav’n. Amen! Be Thou glorious below and above, Redeeming, victorious, and infinite Love!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:4] Can You Count The Stars?

  Can you count the stars that brightly Twinkle in the midnight sky? Can you count the clouds, so lightly O’er the meadows floating by? God, the Lord, doth mark their number, With His eyes that never slumber; He hath made them every one, He hath made them every one. Can you count the wings now flashing In the sunshine’s golden light? Can you count the fishes splashing In the cooling waters bright? God, the Lord, a name hath given, To all creatures under Heaven; He hath named them every one, He hath named them every one. Do you know how many children Rise each morning blithe and gay? Can you count their jolly voices, Singing sweetly day by day? God hears all the happy voices, In their merry songs rejoices; And He loves them, every one And He loves them, every one.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:4] Do You Know How Many Stars?

  Do you know how many stars There are shining in the sky? Do you know how many clouds Every day go floating by? God, the Lord, their number knoweth, For each one His care He showeth, Of the bright and boundless host, Of the bright and boundless host. Do you know how many birdies In the sunshine sing each day? Do you know how many fishes In the sparkling water play? God, the Lord, who dwells in Heaven, Name and life to each has given, In His love they live and move, In His love they live and move. Do you know how many children Go to little beds at night, And without a care or sorrow Wake again with morning light? God in Heav’n each name can tell, Know us, too, and loves us well, He’s our best and dearest Friend, He’s our best and dearest Friend.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 147:5] Infinite God, To Thee We Raise

  Infinite God, to Thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise, By all Thy works on earth adored, We worship Thee, the common Lord; The everlasting Father own, And bow our souls before Thy throne. Thee all the choir of angels sings, The Lord of hosts, the King of kings; Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the Triune God; And, “Holy, holy, holy,” cry, “Thy glory fills both earth and sky!” God of the patriarchal race, The ancient seers record Thy praise, The goodly apostolic band In highest joy and glory stand; And all the saints and prophets join To extol Thy majesty divine. Head of the martyrs’ noble host, Of Thee they justly make their boast; The church, to earth’s remotest bounds, Her heavenly Founder’s praise resounds; And strives, with those around the throne, To hymn the mystic Three in One. Father of endless majesty, All might and love they render Thee; Thy true and only Son adore, The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare, The saints’ eternal Comforter.

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  source: Cyberhymnal