Himne Indonesia

Tidak ada Himne Indonesia yang terkait dengan ayat-ayat ini.

Himne Inggris

1 Yohanes 2:15

• [1Yoh 2:15] What Is The World To Me?

  What is the world to me, With all its vaunted pleasure When Thou, and Thou alone, Lord Jesus, art my Treasure! Thou only, dearest Lord, My soul’s Delight shalt be; Thou art my Peace, my Rest— What is the world to me? The world is like a cloud And like a vapor fleeting, A shadow that declines, Swift to its end retreating. My Jesus doth abide, Though all things fade and flee; My everlasting Rock— What is the world to me? The world seeks to be praised And honored by the mighty, Yet never once reflects That they are frail and flighty. But what I truly prize Above all things is He, My Jesus, He alone— What is the world to me? The world seeks after wealth And all that Mammon offers, Yet never is content Though gold should fill it coffers. I have a higher good, Content with it I’ll be: My Jesus is my Wealth— What is the world to me? The world is sorely grieved Whenever it is slighted Or when its hollow fame And honor have been blighted. Christ, Thy reproach I bear Long as it pleaseth Thee; I’m honored by my Lord— What is the world to me? The world with wanton pride Exalts its sinful pleasures And for them foolishly Gives up the heavenly treasures. Let others love the world With all its vanity; I love the Lord, my God— What is the world to me? The world abideth not; Lo, like a flash ’twill vanish; With all it gorgeous pomp Pale death it cannot banish; Its riches pass away, And all its joys must flee; But Jesus doth abide— What is the world to me? What is the world to me? My Jesus is my Treasure, My Life, my Health, my Wealth, My Friend, my Love, my Pleasure, My Joy, my Crown, my All, My Bliss eternally. Once more, then, I declare— What is the world to me?

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Yohanes 2:28

• [1Yoh 2:28] When Rising From The Bed Of Death

  When rising from the bed of death, O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear? If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought; When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? But Thou hast told the troubled mind Who does her sins lament, The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent. Then see the sorrow of my heart, Ere yet it be too late; And hear my Savior’s dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows Thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Yohanes 4:2

• [1Yoh 4:2] Christians, Sing Out With Exultation

  Christians, sing out with exultation, And praise your Benefactor’s Name! Today the Author of salvation, The Father’s well belovèd came. Of undefilèd virgin mother An Infant, all divine, was born, And God Himself became your Brother Upon this happy Christmas morn. In Him eternal might and power To human weakness hath inclined; And this poor Child brings richest dower Of gifts and graces to mankind. While here His Majesty disguising, A servant’s form the Master wears, Behold the beams of glory rising, E’en from His poverty and tears. A stable serves Him for a dwelling, And for a bed a manger mean; Yet o’er His head, His advent telling, A new and wondrous star is seen. Angels rehearse to men the story, The joyful story of His birth; To Him they raise the anthem—“Glory To God on high, and peace on earth!” For through this holy Incarnation The primal curse is done away; And blessèd peace o’er all creation Hath shed its pure and gentle ray. Then, in that heavenly concert joining, O Christian men, with one accord, Your voices tunefully combining, Salute the birthday of your Lord!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal