Himne Indonesia

Lukas 19:7

Himne Inggris

Lukas 9:57

• [Luk 9:57] Jesus I Will Never Leave

  Jesus I will never leave, Who for me Himself hath given; Firmly unto Him I’ll cleave Nor from Him be ever driven. Life from Him doth light receive, Jesus I will never leave. Jesus I will never leave While on earth I am abiding; That I have to Him I give, All my cares in Him confiding. Naught shall me of Him bereave, Jesus I will never leave. Though my sight shall pass away, Hearing, taste, and feeling fail me; Though my life’s last light of day Shall o’ertake and sore assail me; When His summons I receive, Jesus I will never leave. Nor will I my Jesus leave When at last I shall come thither Where His saints He will receive, Where in bliss they live together. Endless joy to me He’ll give, Jesus I will never leave. Not for earth’s vain joys I crave Nor, without him, Heaven’s pleasure; Jesus, who my soul did save, Evermore shall be my Treasure. He redemption did achieve, Jesus I will never leave.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 9:57] We Will Follow Thee

  Savior, where Thou leadest, We will follow Thee; Where Thy lambs Thou feedest, We will follow Thee; By Thy loving smile attended, By Thy gentle hand defended, Till this mortal life is ended, We will follow Thee. In our childhood’s morning, We will follow Thee; We have heard Thy warning, We will follow Thee; If our feet are sometimes weary, And the way seems long and dreary, Thou wilt speak and we will hear Thee, We will follow Thee. In our joy and gladness, We will follow Thee; In our times of sadness, We will follow Thee; Thou wilt give us, without measure, Richest blessings, purest pleasure, And in Heav’n, a priceless treasure. We will follow Thee.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Lukas 24:1

• [Luk 24:1] Blest Morning, Whose Young Dawning Rays

  Blest morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God, That saw Him triumph o’er the dust, And leave His dark abode! In the cold prison of a tomb The dead Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th’appointed day. Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain; The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. To Thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King; Let Heav’n, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 24:1] Let Us Rise In Early Morning

  Let us rise in early morning, And, instead of ointments, bring Hymns of praises to our Master, And His Resurrection sing: We shall see the Sun of Justice Ris’n with healing on His wing, Ris’n with healing on His wing. Thy unbounded loving-kindness, They that groaned in Hades’ chain, Prisoners, from afar beholding, Hasten to the light again And to that eternal Pascha Wove the dance and raised the strain, Wove the dance and raised the strain. Go ye forth, His saints, to meet Him! Go with lamps in every hand! From the sepulcher He riseth: Ready for the Bridegroom stand: And the Pascha of salvation Hail, with His triumphant band, Hail, with His triumphant band.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal