Himne Indonesia

Matius 25:14-29

Yakobus 5:1-5

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Pengkhotbah 11:9-10

• [Pkh 11:9] Ye Sons Of Adam, Vain And Young

  Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire; Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth, but know There is a day of judgment, too. God from on high records your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror through: How will you stand before His face, Or answer for His injured grace? Almighty God! turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of Thy Word Awake their souls to fear the Lord.

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Matius 25:14-29

• [Mat 25:21] Hark! A Voice Divides The Sky

  Hark! A voice divides the sky, happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die, they from all their toils are freed; Them the Spirit hath declared blessed, unutterably blessed; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest. Followed by their works, they go where their Head has gone before; Reconciled by grace below, grace has opened mercy’s door; Justified through faith alone, here they knew their sins forgiven, Here they laid their burden down, hallowed, and made fit for heaven. Who can now lament the lot of a saint in Christ deceased? Let the world, who know us not, call us hopeless and unblessed: When from flesh the spirit freed hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, “A man is dead!” Angels sing, “A child is born!” Born into the world above, they our happy brother greet, Bear him to the throne of love, place him at the Savior’s feet; Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done, good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown, reign with Me triumphant now.” Angels catch the approving sound, bow, and bless the just award; Hail the heir with glory crowned, now rejoicing with his Lord: Fuller joys ordained to know, waiting for the general doom, When the archangel’s trump shall blow, “Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!”

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• [Mat 25:21] Is He Satisfied With Me?

  I am satisfied with Jesus, But a question comes to me As I ponder o’er His goodness, Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Is my Master satisfied, Is He satisfied with Me? I am satisfied with Jesus; Is He satisfied with me? Am I kind in word, and tender, Am I all I ought to be, Am I always His defender: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain Do I tell the blessèd story Of the Christ on Calvary, Doing all for His own glory: Is He satisfied with me? Refrain

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• [Mat 25:21] Servant Of God, Well Done! (montgomery)

  “Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master’s joy.” The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame: He fell, but felt no fear. Tranquil amid alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran, slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red cross shield. His sword was in his hand, Still warm with recent fight, Ready that moment, at command, Through rock and steel to smite. The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease; And, life’s long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Savior’s joy.

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• [Mat 25:23] Come, Labor On

  Come, labor on! Who dares stand idle, on the harvest plain While all around him waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, “Go work today.” Come, labor on! Claim the high calling angels cannot share— To young and old the Gospel gladness bear; Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly. The night draws nigh. Come, labor on! The enemy is watching night and day, To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away; While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not. Come, labor on! Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear! No arm so weak but may do service here: By feeblest agents may our God fulfill His righteous will. Come, labor on! No time for rest, till glows the western sky, Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, “Well done, well done!” Come, labor on! The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure; Blessèd are those who to the end endure; How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be, O Lord, with Thee!

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• [Mat 25:23] Servant Of God, Well Done! (wesley)

  Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare’s past; The battle’s fought, the race is won, And thou art crowned at last. Of all thy heart’s desire Triumphantly possessed; Lodged by the ministerial choir In thy Redeemer’s breast. In condescending love, Thy ceaseless prayer He heard; And bade thee suddenly remove To thy complete reward. Ready to bring the peace, Thy beauteous feet were shod, When mercy signed thy soul’s release, And caught thee up to God. With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry, Salvation to the Lamb! O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest Thy Savior’s face. Redeemed from earth and pain, Ah! when shall we ascend, And all in Jesus’ presence reign With our translated friend? Come, Lord, and quickly come! And, when in Thee complete, Receive Thy longing servants home, To triumph at Thy feet.

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• [Mat 25:29] O Help Us Lord, Each Hour Of Need

  O help us, Lord, each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live. O help us, when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead, O help us, Lord, the more. O help us through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. If, strangers to Thy fold, we call, Imploring at Thy feet The crumbs that from Thy table fall, ’Tis all we dare entreat. But be it, Lord of mercy, all, So Thou wilt grant but this: The crumbs that from Thy table fall Are light, and life, and bliss. O help us, Jesu, from on high, We know no help but Thee; O help us to so to live and die, As Thine in Heav’n to be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal