Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 16:3

Roma 15:1

Himne Inggris

Kisah Para Rasul 9:39-41

• [Kis 9:41] The Touch Of His Hand On Mine

  There are days so dark that I seek in vain For the face of my Friend divine; But though darkness hide, He is there to guide By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain Oh, the touch of His hand on mine, Oh, the touch of His hand on mine, There is grace and power, in the trying hour, In the touch of His hand on mine. There are times, when tired of the toilsome road, That for ways of the world I pine; But He draws me back to the upward track By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain When the way is dim, and I cannot see Through the mist of His wise design, How my glad heart yearns and my faith returns By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain In the last sad hour, as I stand alone, Where the powers of death combine, While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul By the touch of His hand on mine. Refrain

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Yohanes 5:1-2

• [Yoh 5:2] Bethesda Is Open

  Bethesda is open, the angel has come, The Spirit is calling for thee; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room; Salvation through Jesus is free. Refrain Salvation is free, salvation is free, Salvation through Jesus is free; The waters are troubled, behold, there is room, Bethesda is open for thee. Come press to the waters while mercy is here, Accept of a cleansing complete; O, hear the entreaty, dismissing your fear; Lo, judgment and mercy now meet. Refrain The house of Bethesda for sinners was built, The pool is a fountain of love; The waters are troubled for canceling guilt, And still for our healing they move. Refrain

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• [Yoh 5:2] Here At Bethesda’s Pool

  Here at Bethesda’s pool, the poor, The withered, halt, and blind; With waiting hearts expect a cure, And free admittance find. Here streams of wondrous virtue flow To heal a sin-sick soul; To wash the filthy white as snow, And make the wounded whole. The dumb break forth in songs of praise, The blind their sight receive; The cripple runs in wisdom’s ways, The dead revive, and live! Restrained to no one case, or time, These waters always move; Sinners, in every age and clime, Their vital influence prove. Yet numbers daily near them lie, Who meet with no relief; With life in view they pine and die In hopeless unbelief. ’Tis strange they should refuse to bathe, And yet frequent the pool; But none can even wish for faith, While love of sin bears rule. Satan their consciences has sealed, And stupefied their thought; For were they willing to be healed, The cure would soon be wrought. Do Thou, dear Savior, interpose, Their stubborn wills constrain; Or else to them the water flows, And grace is preached in vain.

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  source: Cyberhymnal