Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 18:50

• AllahMu Benteng Yang Teguh [KJ.250a]

  1. Allahmu benteng yang teguh, perisai dan senjata; betapa pun sengsaramu, pertolonganNya nyata! Si jahat yang geram berniat 'kan menang; Ngeri kuasanya dan tipu dayanya di bumi tak bertara.	Mzm 18 Mzm 46 Mzm 144:1-2 1 Ptr 5:8-11 Luk 10:18 Yoh 12:31 Ibr 2:14-15 1 Ptr 5:8 Why 13
  2. Dengan tenaga yang fana niscaya kita kalah. Pahlawan kita Dialah yang diurapi Allah. Siapa namaNya? Sang Kristus mulia, Tuhan Yang Esa, Panglima semesta. Niscaya Ia jaya!	Yoh 16:33 Mzm 24:10 Ef 1:20-22 Kol 2:15 Why 17:14
  3. Penuhpun setan dunia yang mau menumpas kita, jangan gentar melihatnya; iman tak sia-sia! Penghulu kuasa g'lap, meskipun menyergap, Mustahil 'kan menang; kuasanya ditebang dengan sepatah kata.
  4. FirmanNya pertahankan t'rus dan puji hanya Dia! Dengan kuasa Roh Kudus Ia di pihak kita. Kendati hidupmu diambil seteru, Pun harta dan benda, akhirnya kitalah yang punya Kerajaan!	Mzm 118:6 Rm 8:31 Mat 5:3, 10 Ibr 12:28 Yak 2:5

• AllahMu Benteng Yang Teguh [KJ.250b]

  1. Allahmu benteng yang teguh, perisai dan senjata; betapa pun sengsaramu, pertolonganNya nyata! Si jahat yang geram berniat 'kan menang; Ngeri kuasanya dan tipu dayanya di bumi tak bertara.

  2. Dengan tenaga yang fana niscaya kita kalah. Pahlawan kita Dialah yang diurapi Allah. Siapa namaNya? Sang Kristus mulia, Tuhan Yang Esa, Panglima semesta. Niscaya Ia jaya!

  3. Penuhpun setan dunia yang mau menumpas kita, jangan gentar melihatnya; iman tak sia-sia! Penghulu kuasa g'lap, meskipun menyergap, Mustahil 'kan menang; kuasanya ditebang dengan sepatah kata.

  4. FirmanNya pertahankan t'rus dan puji hanya Dia! Dengan kuasa Roh Kudus Ia di pihak kita. Kendati hidupmu diambil seteru, Pun harta dan benda, akhirnya kitalah yang punya Kerajaan!

Psalms 92:1

• Hidup Kita yang Benar [KJ.450]

  1. Hidup kita yang benar haruslah mengucap syukur. Dalam Kristus bergemar; janganlah tekebur.	Mzm 92:2 Mzm 107 Mzm 136 2 Kor 9:12 Ef 5:20 Kol 2:7 Kol 4:2 1 Tes 5:18 1 Tim 2:1
  2. Dalam susah pun senang; dalam segala hal Aku bermazmur dan ucap syukur; itu kehendakNya!
  3. Biar badai menyerang, biar ombak menyerang, aku akan bersyukur kepada Tuhanku.
  4. Dalam susah pun senang; dalam segala hal Aku bermazmur dan ucap syukur; itu kehendakNya!
  5. Apa arti hidupmu? Bukankah ungkapan syukur, kar'na Kristus, Penebus, berkurban bagimu!
  6. Dalam susah pun senang; dalam segala hal Aku bermazmur dan ucap syukur; itu kehendakNya!
  7. Bertekun bersyukurlah hingga suaraNya kaudengar: "Sungguh indah anakKu, ungkapan syukurmu."
  8. Dalam susah pun senang; dalam segala hal Aku bermazmur dan ucap syukur; itu kehendakNya!
  9. Tuhan Yesus, tolonglah, sempurnakan syukurku. Roh Kudus berkuasalah di dalam hidupku!
  10. Dalam susah pun senang; dalam segala hal Aku bermazmur dan ucap syukur; itu kehendakNya!
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• Yang Mau Dibimbing oleh Tuhan [KJ.379]

  1. Yang mau dibimbing oleh Tuhan dan berharap tak henti, akan mendapat pertolongan, bahkan di saat terpedih. Tuhanlah dasar imannya, bukanlah pasir alasnya.	Mat 7:24-27
  2. Apa gunanya tawar hati, hanya menangis tersedu? Apa gunanya tiap pagi kita mulai berkeluh? Jikalau kita bersedih, tambah berat beban salib.
  3. Biar jiwamu kautenangkan, tabahkan hati yang sendu: Yang Mahatahu kauandalkan, kasihNya cukup bagimu. Tuhan telah memilihmu dan Ia tahu yang kau perlu.	2 Kor 12:9
  4. PadaNya ada sukacita; nantikan saja waktunya. Bila kau tulus dan setia, Tuhan menolong segera. Ia beri berkat penuh yang tak terduga olehmu.	Mzm 16:11
  5. Jangan kausangka bahwa Tuhan 'kan meninggalkan anakNya dan bahwa hanya kemujuran tan dan bukti kasihNya. Nanti bagimu nyatalah betapa agung maksudNya.	Mzm 92
  6. Tidak mustahil bagi Allah mengubah citra dunia: orang yang kaya dipapakan, yang miskin jadi mulia. Yang Mahaadil Dialah dalam segala tindakNya.	1 Sam 2:7-8 Mzm 75:7-8 Mzm 113:7-8 Luk 1:52-53
  7. Tetaplah kau di jalan Tuhan, setia dalam tugasmu: dengan berkat yang tak berkurang dibaruiNya hidupmu. Yang kepadaNya berserah tak ditinggalkan olehNya.	Ul 31:6,8 Yos 1:5 Ibr 13:5-6
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Hymns

Psalms 30:12

• [Psa 30:12] Our Father, Unto Thee

  Our Father, unto Thee We now on bended knee Our voices raise. For all Thy love has wrought, Our life with blessings fraught, Transcending all our thought, We speak Thy praise. And not by lips alone Would we Thy goodness own, And worship Thee, But may our lives express That which our hearts confess, And we in holiness More worthy be. And may our hands reach out To those who round about Demand our love. In every hour of need May we their pleadings heed, Till earth becomes indeed Like Heaven above.

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Psalms 61:8

• [Psa 61:8] Laborer’s Noon-day Hymn, The

  Up to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim: Nor will He turn His ear aside From holy offerings at noontide: Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise. What though our burthen be not light, We need not toil from morn to night; The respite of the mid-day hour Is in the thankful creature’s power. Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God! Each field is then a hallowed spot, An altar is in each man’s cot, A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to Heaven! the industrious sun Already half his race hath run; ‘He’ cannot halt nor go astray, But our immortal spirits may. Lord! since his rising in the East, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from Thy love’s abundant source, What yet remains of this day’s course: Help with Thy grace, through life’s short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest.

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Psalms 68:4

• [Psa 68:4] Alleluia, Song Of Gladness

  Alleluia, song of gladness, Voice of joy that cannot die; Alleluia is the anthem Ever dear to choirs on high; In the house of God abiding Thus they sing eternally. Alleluia thou resoundest, True Jerusalem and free; Alleluia, joyful mother, All thy children sing with thee; But by Babylon’s sad waters Mourning exiles now are we. Alleluia we deserve not Here to chant forevermore; Alleluia our transgressions Make us for a while give o’er; For the holy time is coming Bidding us our sins deplore. Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee, Grant us, blessèd Trinity, At the last to keep Thine Easter In our home beyond the sky; There to Thee forever singing Alleluia joyfully.

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Psalms 92:1

• [Psa 92:1] How Good It Is To Thank The Lord

  How good it is to thank the Lord, And praise to Thee, Most High, accord, To show Thy love with morning light, And tell Thy faithfulness each night; Yea, good it is Thy praise to sing, And all our sweetest music bring. O Lord, with joy my heart expands, Before the wonders of Thy hands; Great works, Jehovah, Thou hast wrought, Exceeding deep Thine every thought; A foolish man knows not their worth, Nor he whose mind is of the earth. When as the grass the wicked grow, When sinners flourish here below, Then is there endless ruin nigh, But Thou, O Lord, art throned on high; Thy foes shall fall before Thy might, The wicked shall be put to flight. Thou, Lord, hast high exalted me With royal strength and dignity; With Thine anointing I am blest, Thy grace and favor on me rest; I thus exult o’er all my foes, O’er all that would my cause oppose. The righteous man shall flourish well, And in the house of God shall dwell; He shall be like a goodly tree, And all his life shall fruitful be; For righteous is the Lord and just, He is my Rock, in Him I trust.

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• [Psa 92:1] It Is Good To Sing Thy Praises

  It is good to sing Thy praises and to thank Thee, O Most High, Showing forth Thy lovingkindness when the morning lights the sky. It is good when night is falling of Thy faithfulness to tell, While with sweet, melodious praises, songs of adoration swell. Thou hast filled my heart with gladness through the works Thy hands have wrought; Thou hast made my life victorious, great Thy works and deep Thy thought. Thou, O Lord, on high exalted, reignest evermore in might; All Thy enemies shall perish, sin be banished from Thy sight. But the good shall live before Thee, planted in Thy dwelling place. Fruitful trees and ever verdant, nourished by Thy boundless grace. In His goodness to the righteous God His righteousness displays; God my Rock, my Strength and Refuge, just and true are all His ways.

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• [Psa 92:1] Sweet Is The Work, O Lord

  Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise Thy Name, and hear Thy Word, And grateful offerings bring. Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell; And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell. Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve Thee best, And in Thy Name rejoice. To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in Heaven.

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Psalms 108:1

• [Psa 108:1] My Heart Is Fixed, O God (psalter)

  My heart is fixed, O God, A grateful song I raise; Awake, O harp, in joyful strains; Awake, my soul, to praise. Among the nations, Lord, To Thee my song shall rise; Thy truth is great above the heav’ns, Thy mercies reach the skies. Above the heav’ns, O God, And over all the earth, Let men exalt Thy glorious Name And tell Thy matchless worth. Stretch forth Thy mighty hand In answer to our prayer, And let Thine own belovèd ones Thy great salvation share. The holy God has said, “All lands shall own My sway; My people shall My glory share, The heathen shall obey.” O who will lead our hosts To triumph o’er the foe, If Thou shalt cast us off, O God, Nor with our armies go? The help of man is vain, Be Thou our Helper, Lord; Through Thee we shall do valiantly If Thou Thine aid afford.

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• [Psa 108:1] My Steadfast Heart, O God

  My steadfast heart, O God, Will sound Thy praise abroad With tuneful string; The dawn shall hear my song, Thy praise I will prolong, And where Thy people throng Thanksgiving bring. Thy truth and tender love Are high as Heav’n above; Thy help we crave. Be Thou exalted high Above the lofty sky; Lest Thy belovèd die, O hear and save. God’s Word shall surely stand; His Name through every land Shall be adored; Lord, who shall lead our host? Thine aid we covet most, In Thee is all our boast, Strong in the Lord.

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• [Psa 108:1] O Come, My Soul, Bless Thou The Lord Thy

  O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy Maker, And all within me bless His holy Name; Bless thou the Lord, forget not all His mercies, His pard’ning grace and saving love proclaim. Refrain Bless Him forever, wondrous in might, Bless Him, His servants that in His will delight. Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion, Most slow to anger, plenteous in love; Rich is His grace to all that humbly seek Him, Boundless and endless as the heav’ns above. Refrain His love is like a father’s to his children, Tender and kind to all who fear His Name; For well He knows our weakness and our frailty, He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame. Refrain We fade and die like flow’rs that grow in beauty, Like tender grass that soon will disappear; But evermore the love of God is changeless, Still shown to those who look to Him in fear. Refrain High in the heav’ns His throne is fixed forever, His kingdom rules o’er all from pole to pole; Bless ye the Lord through all His wide dominion, Bless His most holy Name, O thou my soul. Refrain

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• [Psa 108:1] Singing Glory!

  I’ve something in my heart that Jesus gave to me, It makes me feel like singing glory all the day; He found my captive soul and gave me liberty, And now I feel like singing glory! Refrain He makes the path grow brighter ev’ry passing day; He makes the burden lighter all along the way; His Word is my delight, His will I now obey, And all the time I’m singing glory! My Savior loosed my tongue that I might speak His praise; Since then I have been singing glory all the day; I love to tell the lost of Jesus and His ways, And oh, it keeps me singing glory! Refrain My Savior took my feet from out the miry clay; Since then I have been singing glory all the day; He placed them on the Rock that shall not pass away— I cannot keep from singing glory! Refrain O weary heart and sad, O heavy laden soul, If you would feel like singing glory all the day, Just let the Savior in, and let Him take control; Then you will feel like singing glory! Refrain

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Psalms 135:3

• [Psa 135:3] Tell The Blessèd News

  I’m a sinner, saved by grace, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! I shall see my Savior’s face, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Tell the blessèd news around Unto earth’s remotest bound, I was lost, but now I’m found, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! I have found a precious Friend, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! He will keep me to the end, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Jesus is so dear to me, Such a loving Friend is He, And will ever faithful be, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Jesus helps me when I fall, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Ever hears me when I call, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! He doth all my sorrows share And will all my burdens bear, Cheers me when I’m in despair, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! He has many blessings giv’n, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! I shall have a home in Heav’n, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! If I always do my best, I shall have a glorious rest, Live forever with the blest, Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

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• [Psa 135:3] Yes, God Is Good

  Yes, God is good; in earth and sky, From ocean depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry, “God made us all, and God is good.” The sun that keeps his trackless way And downward pours his golden flood, Night’s sparkling hosts, all seem to say, In accents clear, that God is good. The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed; And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whispers, “God is good.” I hear it in the rushing breeze; The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, God is good. Yes, God is good, all nature says, By God’s own hand with speech endued; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord, But chiefly for our heavenly food; Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening word, These prompt our song, that God is good.

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Psalms 144:9

• [Psa 144:9] To Thee, Eternal Soul, Be Praise!

  To Thee, Eternal Soul, be praise! Who, from of old to our own days, Through souls of saints and prophets, Lord, Hast sent Thy light, Thy love, Thy Word. We thank Thee for each mighty one Through whom Thy living light hath shone; And for each humble soul and sweet That lights to heaven our wandering feet. We thank Thee for the love divine Made real in every saint of Thine; That boundless love itself that gives In service to each soul that lives. We thank Thee for the Word of might Thy Spirit spake in darkest night. Spake through the trumpet voices loud Of prophets at Thy throne who bowed. Eternal Soul, our souls keep pure, That like Thy saints we may endure; Forever through Thy servants, Lord, Send Thou Thy light, Thy love, Thy Word.

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Psalms 147:1

• [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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• [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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• [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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• [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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• [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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• [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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