Himne Indonesia

Markus 1:19-20

Markus 2:13

Markus 6:7

Markus 6:33-34

Markus 6:36

Markus 8:29

Markus 12:4

Markus 12:6

Markus 14:37

Markus 14:40

Himne Inggris

Markus 3:14

• [Mrk 3:14] Let All On Earth Their Voices Raise

  Let all on earth their voices raise, Re-echoing Heav’n’s triumphant praise To Him, who gave th’apostles grace To run on earth their glorious race. Thou, at Whose word they bore the light Of Gospel truth o’er heathen night, To us that heav’nly light impart, To glad our eyes and cheer our heart. Thou, at Whose will to them was giv’n To bind and loose in earth and Heav’n, Our chains unbind, our sins undo, And in our hearts Thy grace renew. Thou, in Whose might they spake the word Which cured disease and health restored, To us its healing power prolong, Support the weak, confirm the strong. And when the thrones are set on high And judgment’s awful hour draws nigh, Then, Lord, with them pronounce us blest, And take us to Thine endless rest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 6:7

• [Mrk 6:7] Thou Who Sentest Thine Apostles

  Thou Who sentest Thine apostles Two and two before Thy face, Partners in the night of toiling, Heirs together of Thy grace, Throned at length, their labors ended, Each in his appointed place. Praise to Thee for those Thy champions Whom our hymns today proclaim; One, whose zeal by Thee enlightened Burned anew with nobler flame; One, the kinsman of Thy childhood, Brought at last to know Thy Name. Praise to Thee! Thy fire within them Spake in love, and wrought in power; Seen in mighty signs and wonders In Thy Church’s morning hour; Heard in tones of sternest warning When the storms began to lower. Once again those storms are breaking; Hearts are failing, love grows cold; Faith is darkened, sin abounding; Grievous wolves assail Thy fold; Save us, Lord, our one salvation; Save the faith revealed of old. Call the erring by Thy pity; Warn the tempted by Thy fear; Keep us true to Thine allegiance, Counting life itself less dear, Standing firmer, holding faster, As we see the end draw near. Till, with holy Jude and Simon And the thousand faithful more, We, the good confession witnessed, And the lifelong conflict o’er, On the sea of fire and crystal Stand, and wonder, and adore. God the Father, great and wondrous In Thy works, to Thee be praise; King of saints, to Thee be glory, Just and true in all Thy ways; Praise to Thee, from Both proceeding, Holy Ghost, through endless days.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 10:6

• [Mrk 10:6] O Blessèd Home Where Man And Wife

  O blessèd home where man and wife Together lead a godly life By deeds their faith confessing! There many a happy day is spent, There Jesus gladly will consent To tarry with His blessing. If they have given Him their heart, The place of honor set apart For Him each night and morrow, Then He the storms of life will calm, Will bring for every wound a balm, And change to joy their sorrow. And if their home be dark and drear, The cruse be empty, hunger near, All hope within them dying, Let them despair not in distress; Lo, Christ is there the bread to bless, The fragments multiplying. O Lord, we come before Thy face; In every home bestow Thy grace On children, father, mother, Relieve their wants, their burdens ease, Let them together dwell in peace And love to one another.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 14:37

• [Mrk 14:37] Not Now, My Child

  Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing, A little longer on the billows’ foam; A few more journeyings in the desert darkness, And then, the sunshine of thy Father’s home! Not now, for I have wand’rers in the distance, And thou must call them in with patient love; Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountain, And thou must follow them where’er they rove. Not now; for I have loved ones sad and weary; Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile? Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow; Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while? Not now, for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing: Not now; for orphans’ tears are quickly falling, They must be gathered ’neath some sheltering wing. Not now, for many a hungry one is pining, Thy willing hand must be outstretched and free; Thy Father hears the mighty cry of anguish, And gives His answering messages to thee. Go, with the Name of Jesus, to the dying, And speak that Name in all its living power; Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary? Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour? One little hour! and then the glorious crowning, The golden harp-strings, and the victor’s palm; One little hour! and then the hallelujah! Eternity’s long, deep thanksgiving psalm!

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  source: Cyberhymnal