Himne Indonesia

1 Korintus 1:7-12

Matius 25:14-15

Yohanes 1:16

Roma 12:6

Yakobus 1:17

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1 Korintus 1:7-12

• [1Kor 1:7] I’m Waiting For Thee, Lord

  I’m waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord; I’m waiting for Thee— For Thy coming again. Thou’rt gone over there, Lord, A place to prepare, Lord, Thy home I shall share At Thy coming again. ’Mid danger and fear, Lord, I’m oft weary here, Lord, The day must be near of Thy coming again. ’Tis all sunshine there, Lord, No sighing nor care, Lord, But glory so fair At Thy coming again. Whilst Thou art away, Lord, I stumble and stray, Lord; Oh! hasten the day of Thy coming again. This is not my rest, Lord, A pilgrim confessed, Lord, I wait to be blest, At Thy coming again. E’en now let my ways, Lord, Be bright with Thy praise, Lord; For brief are the days ere Thy coming again. I’m waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord, No triumph for me Like Thy coming again.

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Yohanes 1:16

• [Yoh 1:16] Lord, Thou Hast Promised Grace For Grace

  Lord, Thou hast promised grace for grace To all who daily seek Thy face; To them who have, Thou givest more Out of Thy vast, exhaustless store. Each step we take but gathers strength For further progress, till at length, With ease the highest steeps we gain, And count the mountain but a plain. Who watch, and pray, and work each hour Receive new life and added power, A power fresh victories to win Over the world, and self, and sin. Help us, O Lord, that we may grow In grace as Thou dost grace bestow; And still Thy richer gifts repeat Till grace in glory is complete.

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Yakobus 1:17

• [Yak 1:17] Dear Father-mother

  Dear Father-Mother, Thou dost grant All good and perfect gifts to me; ’Tis mine to raise this beacon here, Obedience unto Thee. He knows not death who Life obeys, Nor errs at all when Truth he heeds; While merged in Love, what hold has hate Upon his thoughts or deeds? Eternal Life and Truth and Love, They who obey Thine every call, Thy freemen are, and freely have Dominion over all.
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• [Yak 1:17] Mysterious Presence, Source Of All

  Mysterious Presence, Source of all— The world without, the soul within, Fountain of life, O hear our call, And pour Thy living waters in! Thou breathest in the rushing wind; Thy Spirit stirs in leaf and flower; Nor wilt Thou from the willing mind Withhold Thy light and love and power. Thy hand unseen to accents clear Awoke the psalmist’s trembling lyre, And touched the lip of holy seer With flame from Thine own altar fire. That touch divine, still, Lord, impart; Still give the prophet’s burning word; And, vocal in each waiting heart, Let living psalms of praise be heard.

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• [Yak 1:17] Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow

  Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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• [Yak 1:17] Praise The Giver Of All

  Let us mingle our voices in chorus today; The earth is rejoicing, all nature is gay, And the stream in the valley goes laughing along; How happy its beautiful song. Refrain Praise the Lord, the Giver of all, Praise the Lord, the Giver of all; Let His children with rapture His mercy recall, The bountiful Giver of all. There is joy in the sunbeam that sparkles so bright And calls the young blossoms to welcome the light; And the bird in the greenwood is singing with glee, As cheerful and happy as we. Refrain Let us join the glad music and joyfully raise, In purest devotion, our jubilant praise; We are grateful to God for this beautiful day: We’ll sing the bright moments away. Refrain

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• [Yak 1:17] Thine Are All The Gifts, O God

  Thine are all the gifts, O God, Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod And the starving fed. Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. Wiser than the miser’s hoards Is the giver’s choice; Sweeter than the song of birds Is the thankful voice; Welcome smiles on faces sad As the flowers of spring: Let the tender hearts be glad With the joy they bring. Happier for their pity’s sake Make their sports and plays, And from the lips of childhood take Thy perfected praise.

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Yakobus 1:1

• [Yak 1:1] Dear Lord And Master Mine

  Dear Lord and Master mine, Thy happy servant see; My Conqueror, with what joy divine Thy captive clings to Thee! I love Thy yoke to wear, To feel Thy gracious bands; Sweetly restrained by Thy care And happy in Thy hands. No bar would I remove, No bond would I unbind; Within the limits of Thy love Full liberty I find. I would not walk alone, But still with Thee, my God; At every step my blindness own, And ask of Thee the road. The weakness I enjoy That casts me on Thy breast; The conflicts that Thy strength employ Make me divinely blest. Dear Lord and Master mine, Still keep Thy servant true; My Guardian and my Guide divine Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through. My Conqueror and my King, Still keep me in Thy train; And with Thee Thy glad captive bring When Thou return’st to reign.

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