Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 89:47-48

• Siang, Malam, Musim, Tahun [KJ.331]

  1. Siang, malam, musim, tahun gilir ganti melenyap; bayang- bayangnya berlalu, tiada satu yang tetap. Hidup kita menjalani jangka waktu dunia; tak terulang yang terjadi, tinggal tanggung jawabnya.
  2. Orang hidup ditinggalkan oleh pendahulunya, kita pun menuju makam yang fana. Dari bumi kita lahir dan kembali padaNya; tanpa rahmat yang ilahi, apakah manusia?	Pkh 1:4 Mzm 89:48-49 Kej 3:19 Mzm 103:14 Mzm 144:3-4
  3. Sungguh, Allah mengasihi dunia ciptaanNya: dalam PutraNya sendiri Ia tinggal beserta. Yang percaya kepadaNya, tak binasa tenggelam, tapi hidup selamanya dalam Dia yang menang.	Yoh 3:16 Mat 1:23
  4. Walau zaman menghanyutkan tiap hal di dunia, pengasihanMu, ya Tuhan, untuk s'lama-lamanya! Di segala perubahan, dalam duka apapun, dalam Kristus aku aman: kau menjadi Bapaku!	Mzm 90:5-10 Mzm 103:15-18 Yes 40:6-8
  5. Bapa, Sumber pengasihan, Bapa dalam t'rang dan g'lap. Bapa dalam kematian, pun di kubur yang senyap, setiaMu tak berubah, kasihMu tetap teguh: Bapa, kepadaMu jua kuserahkan diriku.
  6. Siang, malam, musim, tahun, biar kamu melenyap; dalam suka dan dukaku rahmat Allahku tetap! TanganNya menuntun daku lewat zaman dunia dan akhirnya 'ku selalu tinggal dalam rumahNya.	Mzm 31:16 Mzm 23:6
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Hymns

Psalms 39:4-5

• [Psa 39:4] Almighty Maker Of My Frame

  Almighty Maker of my frame! Teach me the measure of my days, Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant in Thy praise. My days are shorter than a span, A little point my life appears; How frail at best is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! Vain his ambition, noise and show; Vain are the cares which rack his mind; He heaps up treasures mixed with woe, And dies and leaves them all behind. O be a nobler portion mine! My God, I bow before Thy throne; Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on Thee alone.

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• [Psa 39:4] Teach Me The Measure Of My Days

  Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life’s narrow space, And learn how frail I am. A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o’er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. Some walk in honor’s gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more. What should I wish or wait for, then, From creatures earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all.

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Psalms 90:12

• [Psa 90:12] And Is This Life Prolonged To Me?

  And is this life prolonged to me? Are days and seasons giv’n? O let me, then, prepare to be A fitter heir of Heav’n. In vain these moments shall not pass, These golden hours be gone: Lord, I accept Thine offered grace, I bow before Thy throne. Now cleanse my soul from every sin By my Redeemer’s blood; Now let my flesh and soul begin The honors of my God. Let me no more my soul beguile With sin’s deceitful toys; Let cheerful hope, increasing still, Approach to heav’nly joys. My thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of Thy praise, And spread the savor of Thy Name, Where’er I spend my days. On earth let my example shine, And when I leave this state, May Heav’n receive this soul of mine To bliss supremely great.

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• [Psa 90:12] Eternity! Eternity!

  Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! And yet to thee time hastes away, Like as the warhorse to the fray, Or swift as couriers homeward go, Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! For even as on a perfect sphere End nor beginning can appear, E’en so, Eternity, in thee Entrance nor exit can there be. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A circle infinite art thou, Thy center an Eternal Now, Never, we name thy outer bound, For never end therein is found. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A little bird with fretting beak Might wear to naught the loftiest peak, Though but each thousand years it came, Yet thou wert then, as now, the same. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! As long as God is God, so long Endure the pains of sin and wrong, So long the joys of Heav’n remain; Oh lasting joy, Oh lasting pain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! O Man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell Upon the pains of sin and hell, And on the glories of the pure, That both beyond all time endure, Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! How terrible art thou in woe, How fair where joys for ever glow! God’s goodness sheddeth gladness here, His justice there wakes bitter fear. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! They who lived poor and naked rest With God, for ever rich and blest, And love and praise the Highest Good, In perfect bliss and gladsome mood. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! A moment lasts all joy below, Whereby man sinks to endless woe, A moment lasts all earthly pain, Whereby an endless joy we gain, Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who ponders oft on thee, is wise, All fleshly lusts will he despise, The world finds place with him no more; The love of vain delights is o’er. Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Who marks thee well would say to God, “Here judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod, Here let me all Thy justice bear, When time of grace is past, then spare!” Ponder, O Man, Eternity! Eternity! Eternity! How long art thou, Eternity! Lo, I, Eternity, warn thee, O Man, that oft thou think on me, The sinner’s punishment and pain, To them who love their God, rich gain! Ponder, O Man, Eternity!

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• [Psa 90:12] Thou Who Roll’st The Year Around

  Thou Who roll’st the year around, Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich Thy gifts to us abound; Warm our praise shall rise to Thee. Kindly to our worship bow While our grateful thanks we tell, That, sustained by Thee, we now Bid the parting year farewell. All its numbered days are sped, All its busy scenes are o’er, All its joys forever fled, All its sorrows felt no more. Mingled with th’eternal past, Its remembrance shall decay, Yet to be revived at last At the solemn Judgment Day. All our follies, Lord, forgive; Cleanse us from each guilty stain. Let Thy grace within us live That we spend not years in vain. Then, when life’s last eve shall come, Happy spirits, may we fly To our everlasting home, To our Father’s house on high!

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