Himne Indonesia

Mazmur 63:4

Mazmur 141:2

Mazmur 6:1

Mazmur 6:1

Himne Inggris

Mazmur 63:4

• [Mzm 63:4] Great God, Indulge My Humble Claim

  Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose Thy Name Stand all engaged to make me blest. Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am Thine by sacred ties; Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood. With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For Thee I long, to Thee I look, As travelers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water brook. With early feet I love t’ appear Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face; Oft have I seen Thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. My life itself without Thy love No taste of pleasure could afford; ’Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of Thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. I’ll lift my hands, I’ll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 141:2

• [Mzm 141:2] Holy Air Is Breathing Round, A

  A holy air is breathing round, A fragrance from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love. O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, To love not Thee nor Thine. But by the cross of Jesus taught, And all His gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer Thee, O Lord.
  Play	source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 141:2] Lord, In Thy Sight, O Let My Prayer

  Lord, in Thy sight, O let my prayer Like morning incense rise; My lifted hands accepted be An evening sacrifice. From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips With wary silence barred. From wicked men’s designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me share their evil works, Or their unrighteous gain. Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like healing oil upon my head I their reproof shall find.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 141:2] Precious Moments

  O the precious, precious moments That we spend before the throne, And to Jesus, our Redeemer, Make our wants and wishes known. Refrain O the peace that like a river From the mount of blessing flows; How it calms the weary spirit To a gentle, soft repose! O the precious, precious moments, When a loving voice we hear, In a whisper, low and tender, Breathing words of happy cheer. Refrain O the precious, precious moments, When the eye of faith shall see Visions of eternal glory, Endless raptures yet to be. Refrain There’s a balm for every trial, And a rest from every care, There’s a joy for every sorrow, At the golden gate of prayer. Refrain

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 143:2

• [Mzm 143:2] O Lord, Turn Not Thy Face From Me

  O Lord, turn not Thy face from me, Who lie in woeful state, Lamenting all my sinful life Before Thy mercy-gate. A gate which opens wide to those That do lament their sin; Shut not that gate against me, Lord, But let me enter in. And call me not to strict account How I have sojourned here; For then my guilty conscience knows How vile I shall appear. So come I to Thy mercy gate, Where mercy doth abound, Requiring mercy for my sin To heal my deadly wound. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask; This is my humble prayer; For mercy, Lord is all my suit, O let Thy mercy spare.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 143:2] That Fearful Day

  That fearful day, that day of speechless dread, When Thou shalt come to judge the quick and dead— I shudder to foresee, O God! what then shall be! When Thou shalt come, angelic legions round, With thousand thousands, and with trumpet sound, Christ, grant me in the air With saints to meet Thee there! Weep, O my soul, ere that great hour and day, When God shall shine in manifest array, Thy sin, that thou may’st be In that strict judgment free! The terror! Hell-fire fierce and unsufficed: The bitter worm: the gnashing teeth—O Christ, Forgive, remit, protect; And set me with the elect! That I may hear the blessèd voice that calls The righteous to the joy of heavenly halls. And, King of Heaven, may reach The realm that passeth speech! Enter Thou not in judgment with each deed, Nor each intent and thought in strictness read: Forgive, and save me then, O Thou That lovest men! Thee, One in Three blest Persons! Lord o’er all! Essence of essence, Power of power we call: Save us, O Father, Son, And Spirit, ever one!

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 6:1

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 6:1

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

  Play

  source: Cyberhymnal