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Kisah Para Rasul 2:12

Titus 2:7

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Kisah Para Rasul 3:1

• [Kis 3:1] Hour Of Prayer, The

  Glory to God for the joy to meet Here at the hour of prayer; Welcome the bliss of communion sweet Here at the hour of prayer! Refrain Nearer the gate to the soul’s bright home, Nearer the vales where the faithful roam, Nearer to God and the Lamb we come, Here at the hour of prayer. Far from the world we may turn away, Here at the hour of prayer; Gladly we rest from the toils of day Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain Rich are the blessings that all may seek Here at the hour of prayer; Grace for the weary, the faint, the weak, Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain Oh, what a holy and calm repose Here at the hour of prayer! Love in its fullness the heart o’erflows Here at the hour of prayer. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kis 3:1] Sweet Hour Of Holy, Thoughtful Prayer

  Sweet hour of holy, thoughtful prayer, Thy peace and calm may we improve, And in God’s healing service share The truths revealed by His dear love. Lord, may Thy truth upon the heart Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start Where once the weeds of error grew. May prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at His sheltering throne.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Kisah Para Rasul 26:14

• [Kis 26:14] I Hear A Voice That Comes From Far

  I hear a voice that comes from far; From Calvary it sounds abroad; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear; It speaks of pardon bought with blood. And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy’s voice! Alas for those! The day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. With such, I own, I once appeared, But now I know how great their loss; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross. But let me not forget to own, That if I differ aught from those, ’Tis due to sovereign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Kisah Para Rasul 2:12

• [Kis 2:12] For All Thy Saints, A Noble Throng

  For all Thy saints, a noble throng, Who fell by fire and sword, Who soon were called, or waited long, We praise Thy Name, O Lord! For him who left his father’s side, Nor lingered by the shore, When, softer than the weltering tide, Thy summons glided o’er. Who stood beside the maiden dead, Who climbed the mount with Thee, And saw the glory round Thy head, One of Thy chosen three. Who knelt beneath the olive shade, Who drank Thy cup of pain, And passed from Herod’s flashing blade To see Thy face again. Lord, give us grace, and give us love, Like him to leave behind Earth’s cares and joys, and look above With true and earnest mind. So shall we learn to drink Thy cup, So meek and firm be found, When Thou shalt come to take us up Where Thine elect are crowned.

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  source: Cyberhymnal