Himne Indonesia

Pengkhotbah 1:1--11:6

Himne Inggris

Pengkhotbah 1:1--11:6

• [Pkh 1:7] Crossing The Bar

  Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam. When that which drew from the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark. For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Pkh 5:12] Sweet Is The Work, My God, My King

  Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing, To show Thy love by morning light And talk of all Thy truth at night. Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast. O may my heart in tune be found, Like David’s harp of solemn sound! My heart shall triumph in my Lord And bless His works and bless His Word. Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep Thy counsels, how divine! Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath Blast them in everlasting death. But I shall share a glorious part, When grace has well refined my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired and wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. And then what triumphs shall I raise To Thy dear Name through endless days, For in the realms of joy I’ll see Thy face in full felicity.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Pkh 5:12] Work Is Sweet For God Has Blest

  Work is sweet, for God has blest Honest work with quiet rest, Rest below and rest above In the mansions of His love, When the work of life is done, When the battle’s fought and won. Work ye, then, while yet ’tis day, Work ye Christians, while ye may, Work for all that’s great and good, Working for your daily food. Working whilst the golden hours, Health, and strength, and youth are yours. Working not alone for gold, Not the work that’s bought and sold, Not the work that worketh strife, But the working of a life Careless both of good or ill, If ye can but do His will. Working ere the day is gone, Working till your work is done, Not as traffickers at marts, But as fitteth honest hearts, Working till your spirits rest With the spirits of the blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Pkh 9:4] Life Is The Time To Serve The Lord

  Life is the time to serve the Lord, The time to ensure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. Life is the hour that God has given To ’scape from hell and fly to Heav’n; The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day. The living know that they must die, But all the dead forgotten lie; Their memory and their sense is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. Their hatred and their love is lost, Their envy is buried in the dust; They have no share in all that’s done Beneath the circuit of the sun. Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue; Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. There are no acts of pardon passed In the cold grave, to which we haste; But darkness, death, and long despair, Reign in eternal silence there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Pkh 11:1] Cast Thy Bread Upon The Waters

  Cast thy bread upon the waters, Thinking not ’tis thrown away; God Himself saith, thou shalt gather It again some future day. Cast thy bread upon the waters; Wildly though the billows roll, They but aid thee as thou toilest Truth to spread from pole to pole. As the seed, by billows floated, To some distant island lone, So to human souls benighted, That thou flingest may be borne. Cast thy bread upon the waters, Why wilt thou still doubting stand? Bounteous shall God send the harvest If thou sowest with liberal hand.

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  source: Cyberhymnal