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Markus 11:15-17

Yohanes 2:14-17

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Mazmur 119:1

• [Mzm 119:1] Blest Are The Undefiled In Heart

  Blest are the undefiled in heart, Whose ways are right and clean; Who never from Thy law depart, But fly from every sin. Blest are the men that keep Thy Word, And practice Thy commands; With their whole heart they seek the Lord, And serve thee with their hands. Great is their peace who love Thy law; How firm their souls abide! Nor can a bold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. Then shall my heart have inward joy, And keep my face from shame, When all Thy statutes I obey, And honor all Thy Name. But haughty sinners God will hate, The proud shall die accursed; The sons of falsehood and deceit Are trodden to the dust. Vile as the dross the wicked are; And those that leave Thy ways Shall see salvation from afar, But never taste Thy grace.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Kisah Para Rasul 1:3

• [Kis 1:3] Forty Days Thy Seer Of Old

  Forty days Thy seer of old Communed with Thee, O Most High; Fain Thy glories to behold And Thy glory passing by. In the rocky cleft he bowed; Thou, as mortal gaze might bear, Part revealed and part in cloud, Didst Thy secret Name declare. Forth days of Easter-tide Thou didst commune with Thine own; Now by glimpses, Lord, descried, Handled now and proved and known; Known, most Merciful, yet veiled; Else before the awful sight Surely heart and flesh had failed, Smitten with exceeding light. Risen Master, fain would we, Sharing those unearthly days, Morn and eve, on shore and sea, Watch Thy movements, mark Thy ways; Catch by faith each glad surprise Of Thy footstep drawing nigh, Hear Thy sudden greeting rise— “Peace be to you! It is I”; Secrets of Thy kingdom learn, Read the visions open spread, Feel Thy Word within us burn, Know Thee in the broken bread. So Thy glory’s skirts beside Gently led from grace to grace, We Thy coming may abide, And adore Thee face to face.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Markus 11:15-17

• [Mrk 11:17] Thy Mansion Is The Christian’s Heart

  Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to Thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me, And rob my Savior of His praise. There too a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the world, maintain; Nor cease to press me, and persuade, To part with ease and purchase pain. I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve Thee as I would. O! for the joy Thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when Thou art here! Thy presence makes this den of thieves, A calm delightful house of prayer. And if Thou make Thy temple thine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine, I give Thee what was Thine before.

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  source: Cyberhymnal