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Kidung Jemaat

Psalms 139:16

Pandang, ya Bapa dalam RahmatMu [KJ.304] 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

1. Pandang, ya Bapa, dalam rahmatMu kami, umatMu yang berkumpul ini, membawa anak padaMu di sini dalam percaya akan janjiMu.	Mrk 10:13-16
2. Kami beroleh hidup yang baka dari Engkau, ya Bapa yang di sorga, dan anak ini Kaukuduskan juga: biarlah Kristus Sumber hidupnya!
3. Kiranya oleh Roh dan FirmanMu anakMu Kauterangi, Kaukuatkan, hatinya pun kiranya Kaulayakkan untuk menjadi kediamanMu.	Ef 3:17-18 Ef 2:22
4. Buatlah dia anakMu penuh dan namanya yang kini disebutkan kautulis dalam Kitab Kehidupan jadi anggota tubuh PutraMu.	Mzm 139:16 Luk 10:20 Ibr 12:23 Why 3:5
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[Psa 39:4] Almighty Maker Of My Frame 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

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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source: Cyberhymnal

[Psa 39:4] Teach Me The Measure Of My Days 'Hover on the song's title to listen the music'

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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source: Cyberhymnal