Himne Indonesia

Kejadian 7:1-24

Kisah Para Rasul 1:1

Kisah Para Rasul 1:21-26

Mazmur 100:1-2

Yohanes 1:3-4

Himne Inggris

Kejadian 7:1-24

• [Kej 7:1] Out Of The Ark

  They dreamed not of danger, those sinners of old, Whom Noah was chosen to warn; By frequent transgressions their hearts had grown cold, They laughed his entreaties to scorn; Yet daily he called them, “Oh come, sinners, come, Believe and prepare to embark! Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark.” Refrain Then come, come, oh, come; There’s refuge alone in the Ark; Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark. He could not arouse them, unheeding they stood, Unmoved by his warning and prayer; The prophet passed in from the oncoming flood, And left them to hopeless despair; The floodgates were opened, the deluge came on, The heavens as midnight grew dark; Too late, then they turned, every foothold was gone, They perished in sight of the Ark. Refrain O sinners, the heralds of mercy implore, They cry like the patriarch, “Come”; The Ark of salvation is moored to your shore, Oh, enter while yet there is room! The storm cloud of justice rolls dark overhead, And when by its fury you’re tossed, Alas, of your perishing souls ’twill be said, “They heard—they refused—and were lost!” Refrain

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Kisah Para Rasul 1:21-26

• [Kis 1:26] Bishop Of The Souls Of Men

  Bishop of the souls of men, When the foeman’s step is nigh, When the wolf lays wait by night For the lambs continually, Watch, O Lord, about us keep, Guard us, Shepherd of the sheep. When the hireling flees away, Caring only for his gold, And the gate unguarded stands At the entrance to the fold, Stand, O Lord, Thy flock before Thou the Guardian, Thou the Door. Lord, whose guiding finger ruled In the casting of the lot, That Thy Church might fill the throne Of the lost Iscariot, In our trouble ever thus Stand, good Master, nigh to us. When the saints their order take In the New Jerusalem, And Matthias stands elect, Give us part and lot with him, Where in Thine own dwelling place We may witness face to face.

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• [Kis 1:26] Praise To The Heavenly Wisdom

  Praise to the Heavenly Wisdom Who knows the hearts of all— The saintly life’s beginnings, The traitor’s secret fall; Our own ascended Master, Who heard His Church’s cry, Made known His guiding presence, And ruled her from on high. Elect in His foreknowledge, To fill the lost one’s place; He formed His chosen vessel By hidden gifts of grace; Then, by the lot’s disposing, He lifted up the poor, And set him with the princes On high for evermore. For on the golden breastplate Of our great Priest above, Twelve are the stones that glisten And throbs that Heart of Love; And twelve the fair foundations Of Salem’s jasper wall; And twelve the thrones predestined Within her judgment hall. No mystic gem is lacking In that divine array; No empty throne shall darken The glory of that day; For lo! on twelve the Spirit, The Father’s Promise, came; And twelve went forth together To preach the saving Name. Still guide Thy Church, Chief Shepherd, Her losses still renew; Be Thy dread keys entrusted To faithful hands and true; Apostles of Thy choosing May all her rulers be, That each with joy may render His last account to Thee!

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Mazmur 100:1-2

• [Mzm 100:1] All People That On Earth Do Dwell

  All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell; Come ye before Him and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; Without our aid He did us make; We are His folk, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise; Approach with joy His courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why? the Lord our God is good; His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom Heaven and earth adore, From men and from the angel host Be praise and glory evermore.

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• [Mzm 100:1] Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne

  Before Jehovah’s awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy, He can create, and He destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again, He brought us to His fold again. We are His people, we His care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name? We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move, When rolling years shall cease to move.

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• [Mzm 100:1] Ye Lands, To The Lord Make A Jubilant Noise

  Ye lands, to the Lord make a jubilant noise; Glory be to God! Oh, serve Him with joy, in His presence now rejoice; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! Not we, but the Lord is our Maker, our God; Glory be to God! His people we are, and the sheep led by His rod; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! Oh, enter His gates with thanksgiving and praise; Glory be to God! To bless Him and thank Him our voices we will raise; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! For good is the Lord, and His mercy is sure; Glory be to God! To all generations His truth shall endure; Sing praise unto God out of Zion!

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• [Mzm 100:2] Jehovah, Let Me Now Adore Thee

  Jehovah, let me now adore Thee, For where is there a God, such, Lord, as Thou? With songs I fain would come before Thee; O let Thy Holy Spirit teach me now To praise Thee in His Name through Whom alone Our songs can please Thee, through Thy blessèd Son. O Father, draw me to my Savior That Thy dear Son may draw me unto Thee; Thy Spirit guide my whole behavior And rule both sense and reason thus in me, That, Lord, Thy peace I taste may ne’er depart, But wake sweet melodies within my heart. O joy! our hope and trust are founded On His sure Word, and witness in the heart; I know Thy mercies are unbounded, And all good gifts Thou freely wilt impart, Nay, more is lavished by Thou bounteous hand, Than we can ask or seek or understand. O joy! In His Name we draw near Thee, Who ever pleadeth for the sons of men; I ask in faith and Thou wilt hear me, In Him Thy promises are all Amen. O joy for me! and praise be ever Thine, Whose wondrous love has made such blessings mine!

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• [Mzm 100:2] My Gracious Lord, I Own Thy Right

  My gracious Lord, I own Thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight To hear Thy dictates, and obey. What is my being but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? ’Tis my delight Thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. I would not sigh for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. ’Tis to my Savior I would live, To Him Who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at His side. His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His dying love, His saving power.

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• [Mzm 100:2] Now I Resolve With All My Heart

  Now I resolve with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord: Nor from His precepts e’er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. O be His service all my joy; Around let my example shine Till others love the best employ And join in labors so divine. Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to His supreme control, And in His kind commands rejoice. O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wandering leave His sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul’s desire, And give me strength to live Thy praise.

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• [Mzm 100:2] O Sing To Me Of Heav’n

  O sing to me of Heav’n When I am called to die; Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high. When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow, Burst forth in strains of joyfulness, Let Heav’n begin below. When the last moment comes, O watch my dying face, And catch the bright seraphic gleam Which on earth each feature plays. Then to my ravished ear Let one sweet song be giv’n; Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in Heav’n.

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• [Mzm 100:2] Tell It Out With Gladness

  Are you happy in the Lord, Tell it out with gladness; Are you trusting in His Word, Tell it out with gladness; If a Savior’s love you feel, Can your soul its power conceal? To the world your joy reveal, Tell it out with gladness. Refrain Tell it out, tell it out with gladness, Tell it out, tell it out with gladness, Tell the world the joy you feel, Tell it out, tell it out with gladness. Are you walking in the light, Tell it out with gladness; Is your hope of glory bright, Tell it out with gladness; Have you perfect peace within, Are you trying still to win Constant victory over sin, Tell it out with gladness. Refrain Do you love the place of prayer, Tell it out with gladness; Do you find a blessing there, Tell it out with gladness; While your thoughts on Jesus dwell, Does your soul with rapture swell? Can you say that all is well? Tell it out with gladness. Refrain

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Mazmur 147:1

• [Mzm 147:1] O Could I Speak The Matchless Worth

  O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine! I’d sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous grace Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine. I’d sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt of sin, and wrath divine; I’d sing His glorious righteousness, in which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine. I’d sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, exalted on His throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known, make all His glories known. Soon, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, and I shall see His face; Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, a blessèd eternity I’ll spend, Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace. Oh could I speak the matchless worth, Oh could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine! I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

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• [Mzm 147:1] O Sing Ye Hallelujah

  O sing ye hallelujah! ’Tis good our God to praise. ’Tis pleasant and becoming to Him our songs to raise; He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted ones. The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name; His greatness and His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim; The meek He lifts to honor, He humbles sinful pride. Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and wide. The heav’ns with clouds He covers, He sends the cheering rain; The slopes of all the mountains He fills with grass and grain; To beast and bird His goodness their daily food supplies; He cares for all His creatures, attentive to their cries. No human power delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride; He loves the meek who fear Him and in His love confide; Then praise thy God, O Zion, His gracious aid confess; He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy children bless. He sends His swift commandment, and snow and ice enfold The world, and none are able to stand before His cold. Again He gives commandment: The winds of summer blow, The snow and ice are melted, again the waters flow. His statues and His judgments He makes His people know; To them as to no others His grace He loves to show; For matchless grace and mercy your grateful praises bring; To give Him thanks forever and hallelujah sing.

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• [Mzm 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, For It Is Good

  Praise ye the Lord, for it is good To sing unto our God; ’Tis right and pleasant for His saints To tell His praise abroad. The Lord our God builds up His Church, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and gently heals The broken-hearted ones. Our Lord is great, He calls by name And counts the stars of night; His wisdom is unsearchable, And wondrous is His might. The Lord upholds the poor and meek, He brings the wicked low; Sing praise to Him and give Him thanks And all His goodness show. No human might, no earthly pride Delights the Lord above; In them that fear Him He delights, In them that trust His love. O Zion, praise the Lord thy God, His wondrous love confess; He is thy glory and thy strength, He will thy children bless.

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• [Mzm 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, ’tis Good To Raise

  Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in His praise; His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to His Name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great His might; And all His glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high, Who spreads His clouds all round the sky; There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature’s skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for Him. But saints are lovely in His sight, He views His children with delight; He sees their hope, He knows their fear, And looks, and loves His image there.

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• [Mzm 147:1] With Songs And Honors Sounding Loud

  With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends His showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven’s cry; But man, who tastes His finest wheat, Should raise His honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends His Word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey His mighty Word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] With Gladness We Worship

  With gladness we worship, rejoice as we sing, Free hearts and free voices, how blessèd to bring! The old thankful story shall seek Thine abode, Thou King of all glory, most bountiful God! Renewed by Thy Spirit, redeemed by Thy Son, Thy children would bless Thee for all Thou hast done: O Father, returning to love and to light, Our spirits are yearning to praise Thee aright. Thy right would we give Thee, true homage Thy due, And honor eternal, the universe through: With all Thy creation, earth, heaven and sea, In one acclamation we glorify Thee. We join with the angels, and so there is giv’n, From earth, Alleluia, in answer to Heav’n. Amen! Be Thou glorious below and above, Redeeming, victorious, and infinite Love!

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Mazmur 147:1

• [Mzm 147:1] O Could I Speak The Matchless Worth

  O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine! I’d sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous grace Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine. I’d sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt of sin, and wrath divine; I’d sing His glorious righteousness, in which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine. I’d sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, exalted on His throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known, make all His glories known. Soon, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, and I shall see His face; Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, a blessèd eternity I’ll spend, Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace. Oh could I speak the matchless worth, Oh could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine! I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] O Sing Ye Hallelujah

  O sing ye hallelujah! ’Tis good our God to praise. ’Tis pleasant and becoming to Him our songs to raise; He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted ones. The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name; His greatness and His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim; The meek He lifts to honor, He humbles sinful pride. Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and wide. The heav’ns with clouds He covers, He sends the cheering rain; The slopes of all the mountains He fills with grass and grain; To beast and bird His goodness their daily food supplies; He cares for all His creatures, attentive to their cries. No human power delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride; He loves the meek who fear Him and in His love confide; Then praise thy God, O Zion, His gracious aid confess; He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy children bless. He sends His swift commandment, and snow and ice enfold The world, and none are able to stand before His cold. Again He gives commandment: The winds of summer blow, The snow and ice are melted, again the waters flow. His statues and His judgments He makes His people know; To them as to no others His grace He loves to show; For matchless grace and mercy your grateful praises bring; To give Him thanks forever and hallelujah sing.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, For It Is Good

  Praise ye the Lord, for it is good To sing unto our God; ’Tis right and pleasant for His saints To tell His praise abroad. The Lord our God builds up His Church, He seeks her wandering sons; He binds their wounds and gently heals The broken-hearted ones. Our Lord is great, He calls by name And counts the stars of night; His wisdom is unsearchable, And wondrous is His might. The Lord upholds the poor and meek, He brings the wicked low; Sing praise to Him and give Him thanks And all His goodness show. No human might, no earthly pride Delights the Lord above; In them that fear Him He delights, In them that trust His love. O Zion, praise the Lord thy God, His wondrous love confess; He is thy glory and thy strength, He will thy children bless.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, ’tis Good To Raise

  Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in His praise; His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to His Name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great His might; And all His glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high, Who spreads His clouds all round the sky; There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature’s skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for Him. But saints are lovely in His sight, He views His children with delight; He sees their hope, He knows their fear, And looks, and loves His image there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] With Songs And Honors Sounding Loud

  With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends His showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven’s cry; But man, who tastes His finest wheat, Should raise His honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends His Word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey His mighty Word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 147:1] With Gladness We Worship

  With gladness we worship, rejoice as we sing, Free hearts and free voices, how blessèd to bring! The old thankful story shall seek Thine abode, Thou King of all glory, most bountiful God! Renewed by Thy Spirit, redeemed by Thy Son, Thy children would bless Thee for all Thou hast done: O Father, returning to love and to light, Our spirits are yearning to praise Thee aright. Thy right would we give Thee, true homage Thy due, And honor eternal, the universe through: With all Thy creation, earth, heaven and sea, In one acclamation we glorify Thee. We join with the angels, and so there is giv’n, From earth, Alleluia, in answer to Heav’n. Amen! Be Thou glorious below and above, Redeeming, victorious, and infinite Love!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yohanes 1:3-4

• [Yoh 1:3] All That’s Good, And Great, And True

  All that’s good, and great, and true, All that is and is to be, Be it old or be it new, Comes, O Father, comes from Thee. Mercies dawn with every day, Newer, brighter than before; And the sun’s declining ray Layeth others up in store. Not a bird that doth not sing Sweetest praises to Thy Name; Not an insect on the wing But Thy wonders doth proclaim. Every blade and every tree All in happy concert ring, And in wondrous harmony Join in praises to their King. Fill us, then, with love divine; Grant that we, though toiling here, May in spirit, being Thine, See and hear Thee everywhere. May we all, with songs of praise, Whilst on earth Thy Name adore, Till with angel choirs we raise Songs of praise forevermore.

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• [Yoh 1:3] God Of Creation, All-powerful

  God of creation, all-pow’rful, all-wise, Lord of the universe, rich with surprise, Maker, Sustainer, and Ruler of all, We are your children—you hear when we call. God of the ages, through time’s troubled years, You are the one in whom hist’ry coheres; Nations and empires your purpose fulfill, Moving in freedom, yet working your will. God of redemption, who wrought our rebirth, Called out your church from the ends of the earth, Still you are Savior, put darkness to flight; Overcome sin by salvation’s pure light. God of your people, your Word still stands fast; Do for us now as you’ve done in the past! Yours is the kingdom, your triumph we claim, Challenging evil in Jesus’ strong name. God of our now, all our trust is in you, Covenant God, ever faithful and true; Sov’reign Creator, Redeemer, and Lord, Now and forever your name be adored!

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• [Yoh 1:3] Jesus Is God!

  Jesus is God! The solid earth, The ocean broad and bright, The countless stars like golden dust, That strew the sky at night, The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire, The pleasant wholesome air, The summer’s sun, the winter’s frost, His own creation were. Jesus is God! The glorious bands Of golden angels sing Songs of adoring praise to Him, Their Maker and their King. He was true God in Bethlehem’s crib, On Calvary’s cross true God, He Who in Heav’n eternal reigned, In time on earth abode. Jesus is God! Let sorrow come, And pain, and every ill, All are worthwhile, for all are means His glory to fulfill; Worthwhile a thousand years of woe To speak one little word, If by that “I believe” we own The Godhead of our Lord. Jesus is God! O! could I now But compass earth and sea, To teach and tell the single truth, How happy should I be! O! had I but an angel’s voice, I would proclaim so loud, Jesus, the good, the beautiful, Is everlasting God.

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• [Yoh 1:3] O Give Thanks To Him Who Made

  O give thanks to Him Who made Morning light and evening shade; Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food; Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours. O give thanks to nature’s King, Who made every breathing thing; His, our warm and sentient frame, His, the mind’s immortal flame. O how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind! O give thanks with heart and lip, For we are His workmanship; And all creatures are His care: Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed; but who can Speak the Father’s love to man? O give thanks to Him Who came In a mortal, suffering frame— Temple of the Deity— Came for rebel man to die; In the path Himself hath trod Leading back His saints to God.

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• [Yoh 1:3] See The Gold Upon The Hills

  See the gold upon the hills, See the opal in the sky; Trembling dawn each valley fills, Christ’s own morning draweth nigh. His the kingdom, His the crown, His the ages yet to be; All the lands of fair renown, And the islands of the sea. All the hungers of the race, All the wounds from which men cry: All are met in Jesus’ grace; He doth heal and satisfy. None are strangers to His care, Royal gifts for all are free; All mankind His brethren are, And the world His Galilee. Victor He, when conquerors fail, King o’er all, when monarchs die; He shall through the earth prevail, Win the last long victory. His the gold upon the hills, His the light across the sea; His the purpose that fulfills, His the day that is to be.

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• [Yoh 1:3] There’s Not A Tint That Paints The Rose

  There’s not a tint that paints the rose, Or decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, But God has placed it there. There’s not of grass a single blade, Or leaf of loveliest green, Where heav’nly skill is not displayed, And heav’nly wisdom seen. There’s not a star whose twinkling light Shines on the distant earth And cheers the silent gloom of night, But God has given it birth. There’s not a place on earth’s vast round In ocean deep, or air, Where skill and wisdom are not found, For God is everywhere. Around, beneath, below, above, As far as space extends, There He displays His boundless love, And power with mercy blends.

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• [Yoh 1:4] Jesus, Thou Joy Of Loving Hearts

  Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men, From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again. Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee Thou art good, To them that find Thee all in all. We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Wherever our changeful lot is cast; Glad when Thy gracious smile we see, Blessed when our faith can hold Thee fast. O Jesus, ever with us stay, Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed over the world Thy holy light.

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