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Kisah Para Rasul 11:23

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Kisah Para Rasul 11:23

• [Kis 11:23] I Would Be True

  I would be true, for there are those who trust me; I would be pure, for there are those who care; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer; I would be brave, for there is much to dare; I would be brave, for there is much to dare. I would be friend of all—the foe, the friendless; I would be giving, and forget the gift; I would be humble, for I know my weakness; I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift. I would look up, and laugh, and love and lift. I would be faithful through each passing moment; I would be constantly in touch with God; I would be strong to follow where He leads me; I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod; I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod. Who is so low that I am not his brother? Who is so high that I’ve no path to him? Who is so poor, that I may not feel his hunger? Who is so rich I may not pity him? Who is so rich I may not pity him? Who is so hurt I may not know his heartache? Who sings for joy my heart may never share? Who in God’s heaven has passed beyond my vision? Who to Hell’s depths where I may never fare? Who to Hell’s depths where I may never fare? May none, then, call on me for understanding, May none, then, turn to me for help in pain, And drain alone his bitter cup of sorrow, Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain. Or find he knocks upon my heart in vain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Kisah Para Rasul 22:20

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal