Himne Indonesia

Amsal 3:1

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 119:16

• [Mzm 119:16] A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page

  A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. The Spirit breathes upon the Word And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be Thine For such a bright display. As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above.

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• [Mzm 119:16] Upon The Gospel’s Sacred Page

  Upon the Gospel’s sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. On mightier wing, in loftier flight, From year to year does knowledge soar; And, as it soars, the Gospel light Becomes effulgent more and more. More glorious still, as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its radiance shall o’er flow the world. Flow to restore, but not destroy, As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps the lingering mists away.

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• [Mzm 119:16] We Love The Good Old Bible

  We love the good old Bible, The glorious Word of God, The lamp for those who travel O’er all life’s dreary road. The watchword in life’s battle, The chart on life’s dark sea; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. Who would not love the Bible, So beautiful and wise? Its teachings charm the simple, And point us to the skies. Its stories all so mighty Of men so brave to see; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. But most we love the Bible, For there we children learn How Christ for us became a child, Our hearts to Him to turn; And how He bowed to sorrow, That we His face might see, The Bible, O the Bible, It shall our teacher be. Then we will hold the Bible, The glorious book of God; We’ll ne’er forsake the Bible Through all life’s future road. And when we lie adying, Wherever that may be, The beautiful, dear Bible, Shall still our solace be.

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Amsal 3:1

• [Ams 3:1] He Liveth Long Who Liveth Well

  He liveth long who liveth well; All other life is short and vain; He liveth longest who can tell Of living most for heavenly gain. He liveth long who liveth well; All else is being flung away; He liveth longest who can tell Of true things truly done each day. Be what thou seemest; live thy creed; Hold up to earth the torch divine: Be what thou prayest to be made; Let the great Master’s steps be thine. Fill up each hour with what will last; Buy up the moments as they go; The life above, when this is past, Is the ripe fruit of life below. Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure; Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright; Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest-home of light.

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Lukas 24:6

• [Luk 24:6] Beautiful Morning

  Beautiful morning! Day of hope, Dawn of a better life; Now in thy peaceful hours we rest, Far from earth’s noise and strife. Refrain Morning of resurrection joy, Day when the Savior rose, Singing shall greet thy opening hour, Singing shall mark thy close. Beautiful morning! All the week Waiteth thy welcome light, Since thy first dawning, calm and clear, Out of the darkest night. Refrain Beautiful morning! Grief and pain, Weeping before the tomb, Fly at thy dawning, Jesus rose, Jesus dispelled the gloom. Refrain

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• [Luk 24:6] He Is Not Here, But Is Risen!

  Oh, day of awful story— Jesus is dead! Sad end to hope of glory— Jesus is dead! Refrain Behold the stone is rolled away! And shining ones have come to say: “He is not here, but is risen! He is not here, but is risen!” The night of death is past and gone— Arise, and greet the glorious morn! “He is not here, but is risen! He is not here, but is risen!” A weary night of weeping— Jesus is dead! A night that knew no sleeping— Jesus is dead! Refrain A day in sorrow dawning— Jesus is dead! A sad and gloomy morning— Jesus is dead! Refrain

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• [Luk 24:6] Hear The Chiming Easter Bells

  Hear the chiming Easter bells, Their joyous music ringing; Hear the children’s happy voices, Easter carols singing. Ringing, ringing, singing, singing, Easter bells and happy voices; Christ arose on Easter day, And all the world rejoices, And all the world rejoices. Angels came from Heav’n above To tell the wondrous story: “Christ is risen from the dead, The Lord of life and glory.” “Seek Him not among the dead, The grave is not His prison; Go and His disciples tell, That Christ the Lord is risen.” Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Salvation to us bringing; Easter bells, ring out your chimes, While voices glad are singing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal