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Yohanes 20:20

Yohanes 20:25

Yohanes 20:27

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 22:16

• [Mzm 22:16] O’erwhelmed In Depths Of Woe

  O’erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See down His face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend. Oh, hear that last, loud cry Which pierced His mother’s heart, As into God the Father’s hands He bade His soul depart. Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain; The rocks are rent; the graves are burst; The veil is rent in twain. Shall man alone be mute? Have we no griefs, or fears? Come, old and young, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears. Come, fall before His cross, Who shed for us His blood, Who died, the Victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. Jesu, all praise to Thee, Our Joy and endless Rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Yohanes 20:27

• [Yoh 20:27] How Oft, O Lord, Thy Face Hath Shone

  How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone On doubting souls whose wills were true! Thou Christ of Cephas and of John, Thou art the Christ of Thomas, too. He loved Thee well, and calmly said “Come, let us go, and die with Him”; Yet when Thine Easter news was spread, ’Mid all its light his eyes were dim. His brethren’s word he would not take But craved to touch those hands of Thine: The bruisèd reed Thou didst not break; He saw, and hailed his Lord divine. He saw Thee ris’n; at once he rose To full belief’s unclouded height; And still through his confession flows To Christian souls Thy life and light. O Savior, make Thy presence known To all who doubt Thy Word and Thee; And teach them in that Word alone To find the truth that sets them free. And we who know how true Thou art, And Thee as God and Lord adore, Give us, we pray, a loyal heart, To trust and love Thee more and more.

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• [Yoh 20:27] O Thou, Who Didst With Love Untold

  O Thou, who didst with love untold Thy doubting servant chide, Bidding the eye of sense behold Thy wounded hands and side. Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe To own Thee God and Lord, And from this hour of darkness draw Faith in the incarnate Word. And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear, O let us only lowlier bow In self-distrusting fear. And grant that we may never dare Thy loving heart to grieve, But, at the last, their blessing share Who see not, yet believe.

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  source: Cyberhymnal