Himne Indonesia

Roma 5:3-4

Kolose 1:11

Kolose 1:14

Ibrani 12:1

Yakobus 5:7-10

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Kolose 1:14

• [Kol 1:14] His Blood Availed For Me

  There’s a crimson tide from the Savior’s side, And it purgeth all who plunge therein; O its healing stream doth the soul redeem, And it cleanseth from all sin. Refrain Hallelujah! Hallelujah! It cleansed my heart and made me free; Hallelujah! Hallelujah! His blood availed for me. There’s a boundless sea flowing full and free, From the cross where Jesus bled and died; O its precious flow washes white as snow, And its mercies e’er abide. Refrain From the contrite heart He doth ne’er depart, But He offers pardon o’er and o’er; He the sins doth roll from the burdened soul, And remembers them no more. Refrain

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Ibrani 12:1

• [Ibr 12:1] Looking This Way

  Over the river, faces I see, Fair as the morning, looking for me; Free from their sorrow, grief and despair, Waiting and watching patiently there. Refrain Looking this way, yes, looking this way, Loved ones are waiting, looking this way; Fair as the morning, bright as the day, Dear ones in glory, looking this way. Father and mother, safe in that vale, Watch for the boatman, wait for the sail, Bearing their loved ones over the tide, Into the harbor, near to their side. Refrain Brother and sister, gone to that clime, Wait for the others, coming sometime, Safe with the angels, whiter than snow, Watching for dear ones, waiting below. Refrain Sweet little darling, light of the home, Looking for someone, beckoning, “Come”; Bright as a sunbeam, pure as the dew, Anxiously looking, mother, for you. Refrain

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• [Ibr 12:1] O Father, By Whose Servants

  Our Father, by Whose servants Our house was built of old, Whose hand hath crowned her children With blessing manifold, For Thine unfailing mercies Far-strewn along our way, With all who passed before us, We praise Thy Name today. The changeful years unresting Their silent course have sped, New comrades ever bringing In comrades’ steps to tread; And some are long forgotten, Long spent their hopes and fears; Safe rest they in Thy keeping, Who changest not with years. They reap not where they labored; We reap what they have sown; Our harvest may be garnered By ages yet unknown. The days of old have dowered us With gifts beyond all praise; Our Father, make us faithful To serve the coming days. Before us and beside us, Still holden in Thine hand A cloud unseen of witness, Our elder comrades stand: One family unbroken, We join, with one acclaim, One heart, one voice uplifting To glorify Thy Name.

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Yakobus 5:7-10

• [Yak 5:8] Morning Draweth Nigh, The

  Oh, rally round the standard Of Christ, our royal King; Oh, rally round His standard, And hallelujahs sing. Refrain For the morning draweth nigh, For the morning draweth nigh; We can see it in the distance, We shall hear it, we shall hear it by and by. Though long and deep the shadows The dreary night may bring, Our lamps are trimmed and burning, Our hallelujahs ring. Refrain To yonder golden region Our faith now plumes her wing; Our hearts with joy are bounding, And hallelujahs ring. Refrain To Him Who paid our ransom, And took from death the sting, Be everlasting praises, Let hallelujahs ring. Refrain

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• [Yak 5:8] Waiting For Thy Coming

  We are waiting, blessèd Savior, We are watching for the hour When in majesty descending, Thou shalt come in mighty power; Then the shadows will be lifted, And the darkness rolled away, And our eyes behold the splendor Of the glorious crowning day. We are waiting, blessèd Savior, We are watching not in vain For the cloud that bore Thee upward, And will bring Thee back again. Then, among Thy ransomed people, We shall tread the shining way, And our eyes behold the splendor Of the glorious crowning day. We are waiting, blessèd Savior, For a union, heart to heart, With our dear ones o’er the river, Where we nevermore shall part; Then our sorrows, in a moment, Like a dream will pass away, When our eyes behold the splendor Of the glorious crowning day.

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Wahyu 1:9

• [Why 1:9] An Exile For The Faith

  An exile for the faith, Of His incarnate Lord, Beyond the stars, beyond all space, His soul in vision soared. There saw in glory Him Who liveth, and was dead, There Judah’s Lion, and the Lamb That for our ransom bled. There of the Kingdom learned The mysteries sublime; How, sown in martyrs’ blood, the faith Should spread from clime to clime. Lord, give us grace, like him, In Thee to live and die; To spurn the fleeting things of earth, And seek for joys on high. Jesu, our risen Lord, We praise Thee and adore, Who art with God the Father One And Spirit evermore.

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Wahyu 3:10

• [Why 3:10] Hour By Hour

  Hour by hour we trust in Jesus, Hour by hour for strength we pray; Hour by hour the sands are dropping From the glass of time away. Refrain We are going home where the pure and blest In perfect peace with Jesus free from care shall rest; Then let us go on with a happy, happy song, Then let us go on with a happy, happy song; O soon we’ll rest on yonder shore, Rest forevermore. Hour by hour we hear a warning From the spirit-voice within; Hour by hour we meet the tempter, Hour by hour we fall or win. Refrain Hour by hour we journey onward, Hour by hour we stem the tide; Hour by hour we miss the dear ones, Anchored on the other side. Refrain Hour by hour the heart grows fainter, Hour by hour the sunlight dies; Hour by hour we near the portals Of our home beyond the skies. Refrain

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• [Why 3:10] In The Hour Of Trial

  In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me, Lest by base denial I depart from Thee. When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall, Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall. With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm, Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane, Or, in darker semblance, cross-crowned Calvary. Should Thy mercy send me sorrow, toil and woe, Or should pain attend me on my path below, Grant that I may never fail Thy hand to see; Grant that I may ever cast my care on Thee. When my last hour cometh, fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth to the dust again, On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife, Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.

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  source: Cyberhymnal