Matius 15

Himne Indonesia

Kidung Jemaat

• Beribu Lidah Patutlah [KJ.294] ( O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing )

  1. Beribu lidah patutlah memuji Tuhanku. Dan mewartakan kuasaNya dengan kidung merdu.
  2. Yesus, namaMu cukuplah menghibur yang sedih, membuat hati yang tenteram, merawat yang pedih.
  3. Dosa, betapapun besar, dibasuh darahNya. Kuasa Iblis pun lenyap, lepas tawanannya.	Ibr 9:11-14 1 Yoh 1:7 Ibr 2:14-15 Why 1:18
  4. Yang bisu-tuli, soraklah memuji Tabibmu; yang buta, lumpuh dan lemah, berbangkitlah sembuh!	Mat 11:5 Mat 15:30
  5. Tolonglah aku, ya Tuhan, mengangkat suaraku. 'Kan kusebar di dunia agungnya namaMu.
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Himne Inggris

• [Mat 15:25] Dear Jesus, Canst Thou Help Me?

  Dear Jesus, canst Thou help me? My soul is full of woe; My heart is almost breaking, I’ve nowhere else to go. Refrain I’ve nowhere else to go, Dear Jesus, but to Thee, And so I lift my voice and cry, Have mercy, Lord on me. Have mercy, Lord, on me. Have mercy, Lord on me And so I lift my voice and cry, Have mercy, Lord on me. I feel I am a sinner, And this my only plea, The sweet and blessèd assurance, That Thou hast died for me. Refrain I’ve heard there is a fountain, Where cleansing waters flow; My sins though red like crimson, May now be white as snow. Refrain Thy blood doth fill that fountain, Thy blood so pure and free; That blood availed for others, And now avails for me. Refrain Dear Jesus, loving Savior; Thou precious dying Lamb, Where here my faith is pleading; Now take me as I am.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mat 15:27] Not Worthy, Lord, To Gather Up The Crumbs

  Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs With trembling hand that from Thy table fall, A weary, heavy laden sinner comes To plead Thy promise and obey Thy call. I am not worthy to be thought Thy child, Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board; Too long a wanderer and too oft beguiled; I only ask one reconciling word. One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile, one look, And I could face the cold, rough world again; And with that treasure in my heart could brook The wrath of devils and the scorn of men. And is not mercy Thy prerogative— Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, divine? Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive, And Thine the greater glory, only Thine. I hear Thy voice; Thou bidd’st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet; Thou bidd’st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, My prayer can only lose itself in Thee; Dwell Thou forever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal