Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 42:3--43:2

Mazmur 43:5

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 42:3--43:2

• [Mzm 42:4] Hark To The Bells

  Bells of praise! Bells of praise! How the merry bells are ringing, Joyous notes their message bringing! Come where love and mercy meet, Bells of praise ring clear and sweet. Refrain Hark to the bells so sweetly blending; Go with heart and voice attending; Love and mercy meet you there, In this hour of praise and prayer. Bells of prayer! Bells of prayer! Oh, how tenderly the pleading, Weary, longing souls entreating, Have a pardon full and free! Bells of prayer entreating thee! Refrain Bells of joy! Bells of joy! Loud and clear the peals are telling Of the songs of praises swelling. Worship in yon temple hall; Bells of joy proclaim the call. Refrain

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• [Mzm 42:4] Sing We Merry Christmas

  Sing we merry Christmas, Christmas blithe and free! Time of holy gladness, Mirth and minstrelsy. Hark! the merry church bells Ringing joyously, Hailing with sweet music Christ’s nativity. Haste we to the temple, Wreathe our garlands green; Deck each arch and column For the festive scene. Glory in the highest! Hark the angels sing; Glory in the highest To our infant King! Pastor, choir, and people Join in concert all; Sing your loudest praises At our festival. Joy for us poor exiles Comes this happy morn; Jesus our Emmanuel, Christ, the Lord, is born!

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• [Mzm 42:8] Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended, The

  The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o’er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren ’neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never, Like earth’s proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.

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• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, Through All My Days

  God of my life, through all my days, My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night. When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak. But O! when that last conflict’s o’er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. The cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless soul shall live; A work so sweet, a theme so high, Demands and crowns eternity.

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• [Mzm 42:8] God Of My Life, To Thee I Call

  God of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall; When the great water floods prevail Leave not my trembling heart to fail! Friend of the friendless and the saint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not the Word still fixed remain That none shall seek Thy face in vain? That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. Fair is the lot that’s cast for me! I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast. Poor thou I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 42:8] My Lord, My Life, My Love

  My Lord, my Life, my Love, To Thee, to Thee I call; I cannot live if Thou remove: Thou art my joy, my all. My only sun to cheer The darkness where I dwell; The best and only true delight My song hath found to tell. To Thee in very Heaven The angels owe their bliss; To Thee the saints, whom Thou hast called Where perfect pleasure is. And how shall man, Thy child, Without Thee happy be, Who hath no comfort nor desire In all the world but Thee? Return, my Love, my Life; Thy grace hath won my heart; If Thou forgive, if Thou return, I will no more depart.

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• [Mzm 42:8] Slowly Sinks The Setting Sun

  Slowly sinks the setting sun, Now the work of day is done; Lord, we come a thankful throng, Raise to Thee our evening song. For Thy tender care bestowed, For Thy pardoning blood which flowed; For Thy love that crowns our days, Lord, accept our grateful praise. And when sets life’s weary sun, When the toil of earth is done, To Thy home of perfect rest, Lord, receive us, ever blest. For the robe, the palm, the blood, May we always praise our God, And with all the ransomed throng, Swell high Heaven’s triumphant song.

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• [Mzm 43:1] Judge Me, God Of My Salvation

  Judge me, God of my salvation, Plead my cause, for Thee I trust; Hear my earnest supplication, Save me from my foes unjust; O my soul, why art thou grieving? What disquiets and dismays? Hope in God; His help receiving, I shall yet my Savior praise. For my Strength, my God, Thou art: Why am I cast off by Thee In the sorrow of my heart, While the foe oppresses me? Light and truth, my way attending, Send Thou forth to be my guide, Till Thy holy mount ascending, I within Thy house abide. At Thy sacred altar bending, God, my God, my boundless joy, Harp and voice, in worship blending, For Thy praise will I employ. O my soul, why art thou grieving? What disquiets and dismays? Hope in God; His help receiving, I shall yet my Savior praise.

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• [Mzm 43:1] Judge Me, O God, And Plead My Cause

  Judge me, O God, and plead my cause Against a sinful race; From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by Thy grace. From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by Thy grace. On Thee my steadfast hope depends, And am I left to mourn? To sink in sorrows and in vain Implore Thy kind return? To sink in sorrows and in vain Implore Thy kind return? O send Thy light to guide my feet And bid Thy truth appear; Conduct me to Thy holy hill And taste Thy mercies there. Conduct me to Thy holy hill And taste Thy mercies there. Then to Thy altar, oh my God, My joyful feet shall rise, And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies. And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies.

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Lukas 19:41

• [Luk 19:41] Did Christ O’er Sinners Weep?

  Did Christ o’er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. The Son of God in tears The wondering angels see: Be thou astonished, O my soul; He shed those tears for thee. He wept that we might weep; Each sin demands a tear; In heaven alone no sin is found, And there’s no weeping there.
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