Kidung Jemaat
Psalms 61:1-8
Tuhan Allah Beserta Engkau [KJ.346]
1. Tuhan Allah beserta engkau sampai bertemu kembali; kasih
Kristus mengawali, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
Ul 31:6, 8
Yos 1:5, 9
Ibr 13:5
2. Sampai bertemu, bertemu, sampai lagi kita bertemu; sampai
bertemu, bertemu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
3. Tuhan Allah beserta engkau, sayapNya pernaunganmu,
sabda Kristus santapanmu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
Mzm 17:8
Mzm 57:2
Mzm 61:5
Mzm 91:4
4. Sampai bertemu, bertemu, sampai lagi kita bertemu; sampai
bertemu, bertemu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
5. Tuhan Allah beserta engkau dalam susah dan keluhmu;
rangkulanNya menghiburmu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
6. Sampai bertemu, bertemu, sampai lagi kita bertemu; sampai
bertemu, bertemu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
7. Tuhan Allah beserta engkau! Panji kasih peganganmu,
maut pun kalah di depanmu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!
Rm 16:20
8. Sampai bertemu, bertemu, sampai lagi kita bertemu; sampai
bertemu, bertemu, Tuhan Allah beserta engkau!Play
Hymns
Psalms 7:1
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[Psa 7:1] Jehovah, My God, On Thy Help I Depend
Jehovah, my God, on Thy help I depend;
From all that pursue me O save and defend;
Lest they like a lion should rend me at will:
While no one is near me their raging to still.When wronged without cause I have kindness returned;
But if I my neighbor maltreated and spurned,
My soul let the enemy seize for his prey,
My life and mine honor in dust let him lay.O Lord, in Thy wrath stay the rage of my foes;
Awake, and Thy judgment ordained interpose.
Let peoples surround Thee and wait at Thy feet,
While o’er them for judgment Thou takest Thy seat.All nations of men shall be judged by the Lord;
To me, O Jehovah, just judgment accord,
As faithful and righteous in life I have been,
And ever integrity cherished within.Establish the righteous, let evil depart,
For God, who is just, tries the thoughts of the heart.
In God for defense I have placed all my trust;
The upright He saves and He judges the just.The Lord with the wicked is wroth every day,
And if they repent not is ready to slay;
By manifold ruin for others prepared
They surely at last shall themselves be ensnared.Because He is righteous His praise will I sing,
Thanksgiving and honor to Him will I bring,
Will sing to the Lord on Whose grace I rely,
Extolling the Name of Jehovah Most High.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 7:1] My Trust Is In My Heavenly Friend
My trust is in my heavenly Friend,
With insolence and fury they
My hope in Thee, my God;
Rise and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey
When no deliverer’s near.If I had e’er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe,
Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.If there be malice found in me,
I know Thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to Thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.Arise, my God, lift up Thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment and command
Deliverance for my soul.Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?He knows the heart, He tries the reins,
He will defend th’upright:
His sharpest arrows He ordains
Against the sons of spite.For me their malice digged a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.That cruel persecuting race
Must feel His dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 1:1
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[Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place
Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer’s seat.But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the Word,
And meditates by night.He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet
Happy the man whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.He loves t’employ the morning light
Amongst the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word.He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams
On ev’ry work his hands begin.But sinners find their counsels cross’d:
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a diff’rent place.“Straight is the way My saints have trod;
I bless’d the path, and drew it plain;
But you would choose the crooked road,
And down it leads to endless pain.”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The
The man is ever bless’d
Who shuns the sinners’ ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner’s place;But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav’nly fruit.Not so th’ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,
Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
In full assembly meet!He knows, and He approves
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God
That man is blest who, fearing God
From sin restrains his feet,
Who will not stand with wicked men,
Who shuns the scorners’ seat.Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His portion and delight,
And meditates upon that law
With gladness day and night.That man is nourished like a tree
Set by the river’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.The wicked like the driven chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not gather with the just,
Nor in the judgment stand.The Lord will guard the righteous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sinners, far from God,
Shall surely be o’erthrown.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 61:1-8
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[Psa 61:1] Holy Father, Hear My Cry
Holy Father, hear my cry;
Holy Savior, bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh;
Father, Savior, Spirit, hear.Father, save me from my sin;
Savior, I Thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean:
Father, Savior, Spirit, save.Father, let me taste Thy love;
Savior, fill my soul with peace;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless.Father, Son, and Spirit—Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 61:1] O God, Regard My Humble Plea
O God, regard my humble plea;
I cannot be so far from Thee
But Thou wilt hear my cry;
When I by trouble am distressed,
Then lead me on the Rock to rest
That higher is than I.In Thee my soul has shelter found,
And Thou hast been from foes around
The Tower to which I flee.
Within Thy house will I abide;
My Refuge sure, whate’er betide,
Thy sheltering wings shall be.For Thou, my God, my vows hast heard,
On me the heritage conferred
Of those that fear Thy Name;
A blest anointing Thou dost give,
And Thou wilt make me ever live
Thy praises to proclaim.Before Thy face shall I abide;
O God, Thy truth and grace provide
To guard me in the way;
So I will make Thy praises known,
And, humbly bending at Thy throne,
My vows will daily pay.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 61:2] Lead Me To The Rock
When mountains of doubt hem me in on each side,
And waves of affliction roll in like a tide;
When vainly I seek some new pathway to try,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
Oh, lead me to the Rock,
Oh, lead me to the Rock,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I,
Oh, lead me to the Rock,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.When storms of deep trouble rage fiercely around,
When forebodings of ill in my spirit abound;
When the hopes of a lifetime are blighted and die,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
The sun of prosperity brightly may shine,
And my heart round its treasures too closely may twine,
When my hopes are in danger of rising too high,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
When nearing the shore of the river of death,
And the moments fly swiftly with each labored breath,
When losing my hold of each dear earthly tie,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
Whatever my lot, be it wearily sad,
Or actively busy or joyously glad;
In each joy and sorrow, my God, be Thou nigh,
Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.Refrain
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[Psa 61:2] Rock That Is Higher Than I, The
Oh! sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal,
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul.Refrain
O then to the Rock let me fly
To the Rock that is higher than I
O then to the Rock let me fly
To the Rock that is higher than I!Oh! sometimes how long seems the day,
And sometimes how weary my feet!
But toiling in life’s dusty way,
The Rock’s blessèd shadow, how sweet!Refrain
Then near to the Rock let me keep
If blessings or sorrows prevail,
Or climbing the mountain way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.Refrain
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[Psa 61:5] Blessed Master, I Have Promised
Blessèd Master, I have promised,
Hear my solemn vow;
Take this pledge of mine and seal it
Here and now.Strength of mine is only weakness,
Thine is strength indeed;
Strengthen me in fullest measure
As I need.Let no worldly cares nor pleasures
Call my heart away;
Save me, Lord, and keep me faithful
Day by day.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal
