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Himne Indonesia
Matius 21:4
Pelengkap Kidung Jemaat
Hosana Untuk Raja Damai [PKJ.79]
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Matius 21
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1. Hosana untuk Raja Damai yang adil dan jaya.
Bersoraklah, hai Putri Sion, Rajamu telah datang.
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2. Amin, Haleluya! Puji sembahlah Raja yang Maha mulia! (2x)
Pujilah namaNya, Raja yang perkasa!
Amin, Haleluya! Puji sembahlah Raja yang Maha mulia! (2x)
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3. Hosana untuk Raja Damai yang datang didunia.
Rendah hati dan lemah lembut yang turun dari sorga.
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4. Amin, Haleluya! Puji sembahlah Raja yang Maha mulia! (2x)
Pujilah namaNya, Raja yang perkasa!
Amin, Haleluya! Puji sembahlah Raja yang Maha mulia! (2x)
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Himne Inggris
Matius 8:17
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[Mat 8:17] When Languor And Disease Invade
When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away. Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above. Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life’s fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward and behold
Eternal joys my own. Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that His blood
My debt of suffering paid. |
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Yohanes 19:28
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[Yoh 19:28] His Are The Thousand Sparkling Rills
His are the thousand sparkling rills
That from a thousand fountains burst,
And fill with music all the hills;
And yet He saith, “I thirst.” All fiery pangs on battlefields;
On fever beds where sick men toss,
And in that human cry He yields
To anguish on the cross. But more than pains that racked Him then,
Was the deep longing thirst divine
That thirsted for the souls of men:
Dear Lord! and one was mine. O Love most patient, give me grace;
Make all my soul athirst for Thee;
That parched dry lip, that fading face,
That thirst, were all for me. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Yoh 19:28] O Perfect God, Thy Love
O perfect God, Thy love
As perfect Man did share
Here upon earth each form of ill
Thy fellow men must bear. Now from the tree of scorn
We hear Thy voice again;
Thou Who didst take our mortal flesh
Hast felt our mortal pain. Thy body suffers thirst,
Parched are Thy lips and dry:
How poor the offering man can bring
Thy thirst to satisfy! O Savior, by Thy thirst
Borne on the cross of shame,
Grant us in all our sufferings leave
To glorify Thy Name. That through each pain and grief
Our souls may onward move
To gain more likeness to Thy life,
More knowledge of Thy love. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
