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Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 78:8

Tuntun Aku, Tuhan Allah [KJ.412] ( Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah ) 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

1. Tuntun aku, Tuhan Allah, lewat gurun dunia. Kau perkasa dan setia; bimbing aku yang lemah. Roti sorga, Roti sorga, puaskanlah jiwaku, puaskanlah jiwaku.	Mzm 73:23-24 Mzm 78 Mzm 106 Mzm 136 Kel 16 Yoh 6:32-58 Why 2:17
2. Buka sumber Air Hidup, penyembuhan jiwaku, dan berjalanlah di muka dengan tiang awanMu. Jurus'lamat, Jurus'lamat, Kau Perisai hidupku, Kau Perisai hidupku.	Kel 17:6 Kel 13:21-22 Mzm 105:39-41
3. Pada batas Sungai Yordan hapuskanlah takutku. Ya Penumpas kuasa maut, tuntun aku sertaMu. Pujianku, pujianku bagiMu selamanya, bagiMu selamanya.	Yos 3 2 Raj 2:6-12 Mzm 42:7-12 Mzm 114 1 Kor 15:54-56 2 Tim 1:10 Why 1:18
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Psalms 106:7

Tuntun Aku, Tuhan Allah [KJ.412] ( Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah ) 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

1. Tuntun aku, Tuhan Allah, lewat gurun dunia. Kau perkasa dan setia; bimbing aku yang lemah. Roti sorga, Roti sorga, puaskanlah jiwaku, puaskanlah jiwaku.	Mzm 73:23-24 Mzm 78 Mzm 106 Mzm 136 Kel 16 Yoh 6:32-58 Why 2:17
2. Buka sumber Air Hidup, penyembuhan jiwaku, dan berjalanlah di muka dengan tiang awanMu. Jurus'lamat, Jurus'lamat, Kau Perisai hidupku, Kau Perisai hidupku.	Kel 17:6 Kel 13:21-22 Mzm 105:39-41
3. Pada batas Sungai Yordan hapuskanlah takutku. Ya Penumpas kuasa maut, tuntun aku sertaMu. Pujianku, pujianku bagiMu selamanya, bagiMu selamanya.	Yos 3 2 Raj 2:6-12 Mzm 42:7-12 Mzm 114 1 Kor 15:54-56 2 Tim 1:10 Why 1:18
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Hymns

Psalms 39:12

[Psa 39:12] By Thy Birth And By Thy Tears 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

By Thy birth and by Thy tears,
By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy conflict in the hour
Of the subtle tempter’s power;
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

By the tenderness that wept
O’er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the bitter tears that flowed
Over Salem’ s lost abode,
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

By Thy lonely hour of prayer,
By Thy fearful conflict there,
By Thy cross and dying cries,
By the one great sacrifice;
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

By Thy triumph o’er the grave,
By Thy power the lost to save,
By Thy high, majestic throne,
By the empire all Thine own;
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

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[Psa 39:12] Hear Me, O Father 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O heav’nly Father, hear my supplication,
I bow before Thee in Thy congregation;
Humble and needy, seeking Thy salvation,
Hear Thou my prayer, O God!

Draw me, Redeemer, I would seek Thee solely,
Help me to cherish, love, obey Thee wholly,
Fully surrendered, live a life that’s holy,
Hear Thou my prayer, O God!

Dwell Thou, O Savior, in my heart forever,
Thou who hast promised nothing shall us sever,
Comfort and lead me, I would leave Thee never,
Hear Thou my prayer, O God.

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[Psa 39:12] O My Savior, Hear Me 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O my Savior, hear me,
Draw me close to Thee;
Thou hast paid my ransom,
Thou hast died for me;
Now by simple faith I claim
Pardon through Thy gracious Name;
Thou, my Ark of safety,
Let me fly to Thee.

O my Savior, bless me,
Bless me while I pray;
Grant Thy peace to help me,
Take my fear away;
I believe Thy promise, Lord;
I will trust Thy holy Word;
Thou, my soul’s Redeemer,
Bless me while I pray.

O my Savior, love me,
Make me all Thine own;
Leave me not to wander
In this world alone;
Bless my way with light divine,
Let Thy glory round me shine;
Thou, my Rock, my Refuge,
Make me all Thine own.

O my Savior, guard me,
Keep me evermore!
Bless me, love me, guide me,
Till my work is o’er;
May I then, with glad surprise,
Chant Thy praise beyond the skies;
There with Thee, my Savior,
Dwell for evermore.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 39:12] Savior, When In Dust To Thee 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Savior, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee,
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
O by all the pains and woes
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter’s power,
Turn, O turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany.

By the sacred griefs that wept
O’er the grave where Lazarus slept,
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem’s loved abode,
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold,
From Thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O’er the dreadful sacrifice,
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God,
O from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 39:12] Standin’ In The Need Of Prayer 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Not my brother, nor my sister, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer;
Not my brother, nor my sister, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer.

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It’s me, it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer;
It’s me, it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer.

Not the preacher, nor the deacon, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer;
Not the preacher, nor the deacon, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer.

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Not my father, nor my mother, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer;
Not my father, nor my mother, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer.

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Not the stranger, nor my neighbor, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer;
Not the stranger, nor my neighbor, but it’s me, O Lord,
Standin’ in the need of prayer.

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source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 44:1

[Psa 44:1] O God, We Have Heard 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O God, we have heard, and our fathers have told
What wonders Thou didst in the great days of old;
The nations were crushed and expelled by Thy hand,
Cast out that Thy people might dwell in their land.

They gained not the land by the edge of the sword,
Their own arm to them could no safety afford,
But Thy right hand saved, and the light of Thy face,
Because of Thy favor and wonderful grace.

Command, and Thy word shall deliverance bring,
O God, to Thy chosen, for Thou art our King;
Through Thee we will surely defeat all our foes,
Through Thy Name will triumph o’er those that oppose.

No trust will I place in my strength to defend.
Nor yet on my sword as a safeguard depend;
In Thee, who hast saved us and put them to shame,
We boast all the day, ever praising Thy Name.

Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts;
No more to the field dost Thou go with our hosts;
Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay,
And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey.

Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are given,
Dispersed through the nations, afar we are driven;
Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught,
Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought.

Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride,
And those that are near us to scoff and deride;
A byword the nations have made of our name,
With scorn and derision they put us to shame.

Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace,
And covered am I with confusion of face;
The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear,
The foe and avenger against me appear.

All this have we suffered, and never forgot
To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought;
Our heart is not turned, and our steps have not strayed,
Though crushed amid ruins and under death’s shade.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 44:1] O Lord, Our Fathers Oft Have Told 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

O Lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performed,
And in more ancient years.

’Twas not their courage, or their sword,
To them salvation gave;
’Twas not their number or their strength
That did their country save.

But Thy right hand, Thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored—
Thy providence protected them,
Who Thy great Name adored.

As Thee their God our fathers owned
So Thou art still our King;
O therefore as Thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

To Thee the glory we ascribe,
From Whom salvation came;
In God, our Shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless Thy Name.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 44:1] Our Nation, God, Its Heart To Thee Upraiseth 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Our nation, God, its heart to Thee upraiseth,
O Lord, the nation bows before Thy face:
With high thanksgiving, Thee Thy glad church praiseth,
Our strength Thy Spir’t, our trust and hope Thy grace.

Unto great honor, glory undeservèd,
Hast Thou exalted us, and drawn Thee nigh:
Nor, from Thy judgments, when our feet had swervèd,
Didst Thou forsake, nor leave us, Lord most high.

In Thee our fathers trusted, and were savèd,
In Thee destroyèd thrones of tyrants proud:
From ancient bondage freed the poor enslavèd;
To sow Thy truth poured out their saintly blood.

Us now, we pray, O God, in anger scorn not,
Nor to vainglorying leave, nor brutish sense
In time of trouble Thy face from us turn not,
Who art our Rock, our stately sure defense.

Unto our minds give freedom and uprightness;
Let strengthened courage lead o’er land and wave,
To our souls’ armor grant celestial brightness,
Joy to our hearts, and faith beyond the grave.

Our plenteous nation still in power extending,
Increase our joy, uphold us by Thy Word:
Beauty and wisdom all our ways attending,
Good will to man and peace through Christ our Lord.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 44:1] Praise To Our God, Whose Bounteous Hand 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

Praise to our God, whose bounteous hand
Prepared of old our glorious land;
A garden fenced with silver sea;
A people prosperous, strong, and free.

Praise to our God; through all our past
His mighty arm hath held us fast;
Till wars and perils, toils and tears,
Have brought the rich and peaceful years.

Praise to our God; the vine He set
Within our coasts is fruitful yet;
On many a shore her offshoots grow;
’Neath many a sun her clusters glow.

Praise to our God; His power alone
Can keep unmoved our ancient throne,
Sustained by counsels wise and just,
And guarded by a people’s trust.

Praise to our God; Who still forbears
Who still this sinful nation spares,
Who calls us still to seek His face,
And lengthens out our day of grace.

Praise to our God; through chastenings stern
Our evil dross should thoroughly burn,
His rod and staff, from age to age,
Shall rule and guide His heritage!

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source: Cyberhymnal