Kidung Jemaat

Romans 8:12-13

• 'Ku Ingin Menyerahkan [KJ.441]

  1. 'Ku ingin menyerahkan seluruh hidupku, sekalipun tak layak, kepada Tuhanku. Kubunuh keinginan dan hasrat hatiku, supaya hanya Tuhan mengisi hidupku.	Rm 8:13 Gal 5:24 Kol 3:5
  2. Di waktu kesusahan tak usah 'ku gentar; dib'riNya perlindungan, hatiku pun segar. DarahNya dicurahkan, nyawaNya pun dib'ri, teruraslah jiwaku, hidupku berseri.	Mrk 14:24 Yoh 10:11, 15 Yoh 15:13
  3. Tentu beban tak tanggal, lenyap serta merta, dan salib yang kupikul tak jatuh segera. Kendati demikian, bertambah dayaku, sebab pengasihanNya menopang hidupku.	Rm 5:3-4 Flp 4:13 Yak 1:2-4
  4. Setiap aku jatuh, dirangkul 'ku erat, tak kunjung dibiarkan anakNya tersesat. Dan RohNya menerangkan kasihNya yang besar, sehingga dalam susah hatiku bergemar.	Mzm 66:9 Mzm 73:23 Mzm 145:14
  5. KasihNya menentukan waktuNya tepat memanggil aku pulang, yang rindu dan penat. Di sorga kusampaikan pujian, syukurku, sebab dib'ri ujian di dalam hidupku.
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Hymns

Romans 8:4-9

• [Rom 8:9] Thy Home Is With The Humble, Lord

  Thy home is with the humble, Lord; The simplest are the best; Thy lodging is in childlike hearts; Thou makest there Thy rest. Dear Comforter, eternal Love, If Thou wilt stay with me, Of lowly thoughts and simple ways I’ll build a house for Thee. Who made this beating heart of mine But Thou, my heavenly Guest? Let no one have it, then, but Thee, And let it be Thy rest.
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Romans 8:12-13

• [Rom 8:12] When This Passing World Is Done

  When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o’er life’s finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I hear the wicked call, On the rocks and hills to fall, When I see them start and shrink On the fiery deluge brink, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When I stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart, Then Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. When the praise of Heav’n I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters’ noise, Sweet as harp’s melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know— Not till then—how much I owe. Even on earth, as through a glass Darkly, let Thy glory pass, Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Make Thy Spirit’s help so meet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe. Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Savior’s side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark, as midnight’s gloomy shroud; But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light; Blessed Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe. When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin I’m captive led; Oft I fall—but still arise— The Spirit comes—the tempter flies; Blessed Spirit! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe. Oft the nights of sorrow reign— Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; But a night Thine anger burns— Morning comes and joy returns; God of comforts! bid me show To Thy poor, how much I owe.

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  source: Cyberhymnal