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Mazmur 97:12

Wahyu 18:20

Wahyu 19:7

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Mazmur 32:11--33:1

• [Mzm 33:1] Rejoice, Ye Righteous, In The Lord

  Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord, This work belongs to you: Sing of His Name, His ways, His Word, How holy, just and true! His mercy and His righteousness Let Heav’n and earth proclaim; His works of nature and of grace Reveal His wondrous Name. His wisdom and almighty Word The heav’nly arches spread, And by the Spirit of the Lord Their shining hosts were made. He bid the liquid waters flow To their appointed deep; The flowing seas their limits know, And their own station keep. Ye tenants of the spacious earth With fear before Him stand; He spake, and nature took its birth, And rests on His command. He scorns the angry nations’ rage, And breaks their vain designs; His counsel stands through every age, And in full glory shines.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 33:1] Ye Holy Souls, In God Rejoice

  Ye holy souls, in God rejoice, Your Maker’s praise becomes your voice; Great is your theme, your songs be new: Sing of His Name, His Word, His ways, His works of nature and of race, How wise and holy, just and true! Justice and truth He ever loves, And the whole earth His goodness proves, His Word the heav’nly arches spread: How wide they shine from north to south! And by the spirit of His mouth Were all the starry armies made. He gathers the wide-flowing seas, Those watery treasures know their place In the vast storehouse of the deep: He spake, and gave all nature birth; And fires, and seas, and Heav’n, and earth; His everlasting orders keep. Let mortals tremble and adore A God of such resistless power, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage: Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands; But His eternal counsel stands, And rules the world from age to age.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 33:1] Ye Righteous, In The Lord Rejoice

  Ye righteous, in the Lord rejoice; ’Tis comely that with joyful voice God’s saints His Name should praise. With harp and hymn of gladness sing, Your gift of sweetest music bring, To Him a new song raise. For upright is Jehovah’s Word, And all the doings of the Lord In justice have their birth. In judgment and in deeds of right The Lord forever takes delight, His goodness fills the earth. Jehovah speaks, the heav’ns appear; He breathes, and lo, each shining sphere In splendor stands arrayed. He rolls the water heap on heap, He stores away the mighty deep In garners for it made. Let all the earth Jehovah fear, Let all that dwell both far and near In awe before Him stand; For lo, He spoke and it was done, And all, with sovereign power begun, Stood fast at His command. He makes the nations’ counsels vain, The plans the peoples would maintain Are thwarted by His hand. Jehovah’s counsels stand secure, His purposes of heart endure, Forevermore they stand. O truly is the nation blest Whose God, before the world confessed, Jehovah is alone; And blest the people is whom He Has made His heritage to be, And chosen for His own.

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Mazmur 97:12

• [Mzm 97:12] The God Of Love And Holiness

  The God of holiness and love, His faithfulness I see above, Though I am prone to sin; But triumphing with His strong hand, I know with me He’ll ever stand, Till I reach Beulah Land. Oh, Jesus’ light and boundless grace! How blest was I to see His face, His life He did not spare; This sinner He in love did seek, Enabling me His Word to speak, I walk as child and heir. Yes, Jesus died upon the cross, To some it seems but pain and loss, But He the Lord obeyed; The Potter setting free His clay, To live above in endless day, With love that cannot fade. In that celestial home I’ll see My brothers, sisters, family, I long for His reward; Then Jesus will my soul embrace, A crown of life my sins replace, As long as I believe!

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Wahyu 19:7

• [Why 19:7] Bride Of Christ, Whose Glorious Warfare

  Bride of Christ, whose glorious warfare Here on earth hath never rest; Lift thy voice, and tell the triumphs Of the holy and the blest; Joyous be the day we hallow, Feast of all the saints on high, Earth and Heav’n together blending In one solemn harmony. First the blessèd virgin mother, Reunited to her Son, Leads the host of ransomed people, Who unfading crowns have won; John, the herald, Christ’s forerunner, More than prophet, leads his throng, Seer and patriarch responsive Unto psalmist in their song. Lo, the twelve, majestic princes, In the court of Jesus sit, Calmly watching, while the conflict Rages far beneath their feet; Lo, the martyrs, robed in crimson, Sign of life blood freely spent, Finding life, because they lost it, Dwell in undisturbed content. All the saintly host who witnessed Good confessions for His sake— Priest and deacon, world renouncing, Of their Master’s joy partake; Virgins to the Lamb devoted, Following with steadfast love, Bring their lilies and their roses To the marriage feast above. All, their happy lot fulfilling, God omnipotent proclaim; Holy, holy, holy, crying, Glory to His holy Name! So may God in mercy grant us Here to serve in holiness, Till He call us to the portion Which His saints in light possess.

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• [Why 19:7] Sands Of Time Are Sinking, The

  The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks; The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love! The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above: There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore, My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore: Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand, While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume: Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen: It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ: And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned, Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love, A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above, “Lord take me over the water” hath been my loud demand, Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land. But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew; So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew: And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land. The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed, Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest: Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand, For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear, Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear. Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand, My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land. I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide, Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land. Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp; Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp! Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band, Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove, And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love; I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes, Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose; The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land. O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine! He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.” I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand, Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise, To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes: ’Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand; Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed Name: Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand, But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land. They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come, My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!” My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

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  source: Cyberhymnal