Himne Indonesia

Yeremia 13:1--20:18

Himne Inggris

Yeremia 13:1--20:18

• [Yer 13:16] All Glory Be To God On High

  All glory be to God on high, Who hath our race befriended! To us no harm shall now come nigh, The strife at last is ended; God showeth His goodwill to men, And peace shall reign on earth again; O thank Him for His goodness! We praise, we worship Thee, we trust And give Thee thanks forever, O father, that Thy rule is just And wise, and changes never; Thy boundless grace o’er all things reigns, Thou dost whate’er Thy will ordains; ’Tis well Thou art our Ruler! O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, Begotten of the Father, O Thou Who hast our peace restored, And the lost sheep dost gather, Thou Lamb of God, enthroned on high Behold our need and hear our cry; Have mercy on us, Jesus! O Holy Spirit, precious Gift, Thou Comforter unfailing, Do Thou our troubled souls uplift, Against the foe prevailing; Avert our woes and calm our dread: For us the Savior’s blood was shed; Do Thou in faith sustain us!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 13:16] All Glory Be To Thee, Most High

  All glory be to Thee, Most High, To Thee all adoration; In grace and truth Thou drawest nigh To offer us salvation; Thou showest Thy good will to men, And peace shall reign on earth again; We praise Thy Name forever. We praise, we worship Thee, we trust And give Thee thanks forever, O Father, for Thy rule is just And wise, and changes never; Thy hand almighty o’er us reigns, Thou doest what Thy will ordains; ’Tis well for us Thou rulest. O Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, Son of the Heavn’ly Father, O Thou Who hast our peace restored, The straying sheep dost gather, Thou Lamb of God, to Thee on high Out of depths we sinners cry: Have mercy on us, Jesus! O Holy Spirit, precious gift, Thou Comforter unfailing, From Satan’s snares our souls uplift, And let Thy power, availing, Avert our woes and calm our dread. For us the Savior’s blood was shed; We trust in Thee to save us.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 13:16] Glory Be To God On High (wesley)

  Glory be to God on high, God Whose glory fills the skies; Peace on earth to man forgiv’n, Man, the well beloved of Heav’n. Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing; Glad, Thine attributes confess, Glorious all, and numberless. Hail, by all Thy works adored! Hail, the everlasting Lord! Thee with thankful hearts we prove God of power, and God of love. Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ, the Father’s only Son, Lamb of God for sinners slain, Savior of offending man. Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world’s atonement, Thou! Jesus, in Thy Name we pray, Take, O take our sins away! Powerful Advocate with God, Justify us by Thy blood; Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world’s atonement, Thou! Hear, for Thou, O Christ, alone Art with God the Father One, One the Holy Ghost with Thee, One supreme, eternal Three.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 15:16] Let The Joy Overflow

  There’s a clear fountain flowing From the bright throne above, And its waters are glowing With the sunshine of love; Take the blest consolation, Which the Lord will bestow, Take the cup of salvation— Let the joy overflow. Refrain O the joy! With this wondrous salvation Be our hearts all aglow; O the joy! Let the blessing run over, And joy overflow. Many hearts need the story— Are athirst for His grace; Go to them with His glory Shining out from your face; Tell of Jesus your Savior! If His mercies you know, Show the light of His favor— Let the joy overflow. Refrain Be our lives freely yielded to the Savior’s command; By His care ever shielded And upheld by His hand; In the pathways of sadness, Sweetest lilies may grow; Let us sow seeds of gladness— Let the joy overflow. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 15:16] Priceless Is Thy Treasure

  Priceless is thy treasure, Book of grace divine, Here, in love’s own measure, God’s heart speaks to mine. Joy my soul is swelling, As these lines I scan; God’s own message telling Of His love for man.
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• [Yer 17:5] Cursed Is The One Who Trusts In Man

  Cursed is the one who trusts in man, Who leans on him for might. He turns away from God the Lord; His heart rejects what’s right. He’s like a bush out in the waste; Good times will pass him by. His place is parched and desolate, With none to hear his cry. But blessed the man who trusts the Lord; God is his hope and stay. He’s like a tree beside a stream; Its roots drink deep each day. It never fears in summertime; Its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a drought; Its fruit is always seen. Lord, may I never in mankind Place confidence or hope. A fruitless, barren state that brings, With none to help me cope. But may I always trust in You; Your Word will quench my thirst. You’ll give me strength for every trial; I’ll always put You first.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 17:7] Blest Is The Man

  Blest is the man who trusts the Lord, Dwelling each day upon His Word. He does not follow wicked advice, Nor side with mockers in his cries. Gladly God’s laws he does obey; On them he thinks both night and day. His confidence is in God’s way; Blest is this man! Blest is the man who trusts the Lord, Dwelling each day upon His Word. He’s like a tree beside water streams; Sending out roots, it’s always green. The summer heat it does not fear; Even in drought, no worry here. It bears much fruit year after year; Ever it thrives. Blest is the man who trusts the Lord, Dwelling each day upon His Word. He prospers always through all his days, For on God’s law his mind e’er stays. God watches o’er all righteous men, But all the wicked will not stand. Their way will perish from the land, Like chaff in wind. May I be one who trusts You, Lord, Dwelling each day upon Your Word. May I be like a tree by a stream, Bearing much fruit and always green. May I drink from Your Word each day, That I might stand firm, come what may. May I e’er prosper in Your way, And blest e’er be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 17:13] Healing Waters, The

  Oh, the joy of sins forgiv’n, Oh, the bliss the blood-washed know, Oh, the peace akin to Heav’n, Where the healing waters flow. Refrain Where the healing waters flow, Where the joys celestial glow, Oh, there’s peace and rest and love, Where the healing waters flow! Now with Jesus crucified, At His feet I’m resting low; Let me evermore abide Where the healing waters flow. Refrain O, this precious, perfect love! How it keeps the heart aglow, Streaming from the fount above, Where the healing waters flow. Refrain Oh, to lean on Jesus’ breast, While the tempests come and go! Here is blessèd peace and rest, Where the healing waters flow. Refrain Cleansed from every sin and stain, Whiter than the driven snow, Now I sing my sweet refrain, Where the healing waters flow. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 17:13] Ho! Ye That Thirst, Approach The Spring

  Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring Where living waters flow: Free to that sacred fountain all Without a price may go. How long to streams of false delight Will ye in crowds repair? How long your strength and substance waste On trifles light as air? My stores afford those rich supplies That health and pleasure give: Incline your ear, and come to Me; The soul that hears shall live. Seek ye the Lord, while yet His ear Is open to your call; While offered mercy still is near, Before His footstool fall. Let sinners quit their evil ways Their evil thoughts forego; And God, when they to Him return, Returning grace will show. He pardons with o’erflowing love; “For,” hear the voice divine! “My nature is not like to yours, Nor like your ways are Mine: “But far as heaven’s resplendent orbs Beyond earth’s spot extend, As far My thoughts, as far My ways, Your ways and thoughts transcend.”

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 18:6] Behold The Servant Of The Lord

  Behold the servant of the Lord! I wait Thy guiding eye to feel, To hear and keep Thy every word, To prove and do Thy perfect will, Joyful from my own works to cease, Glad to fulfill all righteousness. Me if Thy grace vouchsafe to use, Meanest of all Thy creatures, me, The deed, the time, the manner choose, Let all my fruit be found of Thee; Let all my works in Thee be wrought, By Thee to full perfection brought. My every weak, though good design, O’errule, or change, as seems Thee meet; Jesus, let all my work be Thine! Thy work, O Lord, is all complete, And pleasing in Thy Father’s sight; Thou only hast done all things right. Here then to Thee Thy own I leave; Mold as Thou wilt Thy passive clay; But let me all Thy stamp receive, But let me all Thy words obey, Serve with a single heart and eye, And to Thy glory live and die.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Yer 20:9] God’s Word Is Like A Flaming Sword

  God’s Word is like a flaming sword, A wedge that cleaves the stone; Keen as a fire, so burns His Word, And pierces flesh and bone. Let it go forth o’er all the earth To cleanse our hearts within, To show God’s power in Satan’s hour And break the might of sin. God’s Word, a wondrous guiding star, On pilgrim hearts does rise, Leads those to God who dwell afar, And makes the simple wise. Let not its light e’er sink in night, But in each spirit shine, That none may miss Heaven’s final bliss, Led by God’s light divine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal