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Himne Indonesia
1 Timotius 6:13
Kidung Jemaat
Setialah [KJ.446]
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1. Setialah kepada Tuhanmu, hai kawan yang penat.
Setialah, sokonganNya tentu di jalan yang berat.
'Kan datang Raja yang berjaya menolong orang
yang percaya. Setialah!
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Mat 10:22
Why 2:10
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2. Setialah percaya Penebus, percaya janjiNya.
Setialah, berjuanglah terus di fajar merekah.
DiputuskanNya rantai setan: kau bebas dari kesempitan.
Setialah!
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Ibr 12:1-3
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3. Setialah! Bertahanlah tetap sehingga kau menang.
Setialah! Selamatmu genap, sesudah berperang.
Meski bertambah marabaya, t'lah hampir habis susah payah.
Setialah!
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Ef 6:10-20
1 Tim 6:11-14
2 Tim 2:4-5
Rm 5:3-4
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4. Setialah kepada Yang Menang, meski maut kautempuh.
Setialah! Sehabis berperang terima upahmu: mahkota
Hidup diberiNya; kaumasuk dalam t'rang ceria.
Setialah!
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2 Tim 4:8
Yak 1:12
1 Ptr 5:4
Why 2:10
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Himne Inggris
Kisah Para Rasul 3:1
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[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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[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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