Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 36:8-9

• Sinar Fajar Yang Baka [KJ.323]

  1. Sinar fajar yang baka, Sinar dari T'rang Ilahi, pagi ini biarlah Kauterangi hidup kami dan halaukan segenap yang gelap.	Mzm 36:10
  2. Bak embun di pagi t'rang membasahi tetumbuhan, o, segarkan yang gersang: hati kami Kauhiburkan. UmatMu hidupkanlah s'lamanya.	Hos 14:6 Mzm 68:10
  3. Oleh nyala kasihMu hati dingin jadi hangat. Dalam batin yang beku, o, nyalakanlah semangat, hingga kami tak lelap dalam g'lap.
  4. Surya pagi mulia pada saat Kau kembali, kami pun bangkitkanlah pada fajar yang terakhir dalam sukacitaMu yang penuh.	Mal 4:2 Luk 1:78-79 Yoh 1:9 Yoh 6:39-40 1 Kor 6:14
  5. SinarMu pancarkanlah, Surya Rahmat mahaindah, langkah kami tuntunlah lewat duka dan derita ke tempat bahagia, t'rang baka!	Yoh 8:12 Yoh 12:46
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Hymns

Psalms 36:8-9

• [Psa 36:9] After The Life-paths

  After the lifepaths we’re treading End upon time’s solemn shore, There will be light at the river While the redeemed ones pass o’er. Refrain There will be light at the river, There will be light at the river, There will be light at the river, While the redeemed ones pass o’er. There will be light for the spirits Who thro’ deep shadows have come— Fadeless light shining glad welcome Out from the windows of home. Refrain There will be light for the weary Who thro’ sore trials have passed— Radiant light as they enter, Peace that for ever shall last. Refrain There will be light for the faithful, Whate’er the way they have trod— Glorious light sent to guide them Safe to the city of God. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 36:9] Come To The Fountain

  Come with thy sins to the fountain, Come with thy burden of grief; Bury them deep in its waters, There thou wilt find a relief. Refrain Haste thee away, why wilt thou stay? Risk not thy soul on a moment’s delay; Jesus is waiting to save thee, Mercy is pleading today. Come as thou art to the fountain, Jesus is waiting for thee; What though thy sins are like crimson, White as the snow they shall be. Refrain These are the words of the Savior; They who repent and believe, They who are willing to trust Him, Life at His hand shall receive. Refrain Come and be healed at the fountain, List to the peace speaking voice; Over a sinner returning Now let the angels rejoice. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 36:9] Morn Of Morns, And Day Of Days

  Morn of morns, and day of days! Beauteous were thy newborn rays: Brighter yet from death’s dark prison Christ, the Light of lights, is risen. He commanded, and His Word Death and the dread chaos heard; Oh, shall we, more deaf than they, In the chains of darkness stay? Nature yet in shadow lies; Let the sons of light arise, And present the morning rays With sweet canticles of praise. While the dead world sleeps around, Let the sacred temples sound Law, and prophet, and blest psalm Lit with holy light so calm. Unto hearts in slumber weak Let the heavenly trumpet speak; And a newer walk express Their new life to righteousness. Grant us this, and with us be, O Thou Fount of charity, Thou Who dost the Spirit give, Bidding the dead letter live. Glory to the Father, Son, And to Thee, O Holy One, By Whose quickening breath divine Our dull spirits turn and shine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 36:9] Thou Art, O God, The Life And Light

  Thou art, O God, the Life and Light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee; Where’er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven, Those hues, that make the sun’s decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. When night with wings of starry gloom O’ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes— That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh, And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye— Where’er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal