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Kisah Para Rasul 22:15-23

Amsal 3:6

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Kisah Para Rasul 22:15-23

• [Kis 22:20] First Of Martyrs, Thou Whose Name

  First of martyrs, thou whose name Doth thy golden crown proclaim, Not of flowers that fade away Weave we this thy crown today. Bright the stones which bruise thee gleam Sprinkled with thy life blood’s stream; Stars around thy sainted head Never could such radiance shed. Every wound upon thy brow Sparkles with unearthly glow; Like an angel’s is thy face Beaming with celestial grace. Oh, how blessèd first to be Slain for Him Who bled for thee; First like Him in dying hour Witness to almighty power. First to follow where He trod Through the deep Red Sea of blood; First, but in thy footsteps press Saints and martyrs numberless. Glory to the Father be, Glory, Virgin Born, to Thee, Glory to the Holy Ghost, Praised by men and heavenly host.

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Amsal 3:6

• [Ams 3:6] Lead Us, O Father

  Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace: Without Thy guiding hand we go astray, And doubts appall, and sorrows still increase; Lead us through Christ, the true and living Way. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth: Unhelped by Thee, in error’s name we grope, While passion stains, and folly dims our youth, And age comes on, uncheered by faith or hope. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right: Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night; Only with Thee we journey safely on. Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest, However rough and steep the path may be, Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in Thee.

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• [Ams 3:6] Leader Of Faithful Souls

  Leader of faithful souls, and Guide Of all who travel to the sky, Come, and with us, even us, abide, Who would on Thee alone rely; On Thee alone our spirits stay While held in life’s uneven sway. We’ve no abiding city here, But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints’ abode, Whose founder is the living God. Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return, Contending for our native heaven, That palace of our glorious King, We find it nearer while we sing. Raised by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renewed, The Church of the first-born to join, We travel to the mount of God; With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies.

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