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Wahyu 15:3

Wahyu 18:20

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Roma 3:19

• [Rm 3:19] O Savior, Where Shall Guilty Man

  O Savior, where shall guilty man Find rest except in Thee? Thine was the warfare with his foe, The cross of pain, the cup of woe, And Thine the victory. How came the everlasting Son, The Lord of Life, to die? Why didst Thou meet the tempter’s power, Why, Jesus, in Thy dying hour Endure such agony? To save us by Thy precious blood, To make us one in Thee, That ours might be Thy perfect life, Thy thorny crown, Thy cross, Thy strife, And ours the victory. O make us worthy, gracious Lord, Of all Thy love to be; To Thy blest will our wills incline, That unto death we may be Thine, And ever live in Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Ulangan 32:39-43

• [Ul 32:43] Angel Voices, Ever Singing

  Angel voices, ever singing, round Thy throne of light, Angel harps, forever ringing, rest not day or night; Thousands only live to bless Thee, and confess Thee Lord of might. Thou Who art beyond the farthest mortal eye can scan, Can it be that Thou regardest songs of sinful man? Can we feel that Thou art near us and wilt hear us? Yea, we can. Yea, we know Thy love rejoices o’er each work of Thine; Thou didst ears and hands and voices for Thy praise combine; Craftsman’s art and music’s measure for Thy pleasure didst design. Here, great God, today we offer of Thine own to Thee; And for Thine acceptance proffer, all unworthily, Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, in our choicest melody. Honor, glory, might and merit, Thine shall ever be, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity; Of the best that Thou hast given earth and Heaven render Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Ul 32:43] Ye Watchers And Ye Holy Ones

  Ye watchers and ye holy ones, Bright seraphs, cherubim and thrones, Raise the glad strain, Alleluia! Cry out, dominions, princedoms, powers, Virtues, archangels, angels’ choirs: Refrain Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! O higher than the cherubim, More glorious than the seraphim, Lead their praises, Alleluia! Thou bearer of th’eternal Word, Most gracious, magnify the Lord. Refrain Respond, ye souls in endless rest, Ye patriarchs and prophets blest, Alleluia! Alleluia! Ye holy twelve, ye martyrs strong, All saints triumphant, raise the song. Refrain O friends, in gladness let us sing, Supernal anthems echoing, Alleluia! Alleluia! To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Mazmur 94:1-2

• [Mzm 94:1] O Lord, Thou Judge

  O Lord, Thou Judge of all the earth, To Whom all vengeance doth belong, Arise and show Thy glory forth, Requite the proud, condemn the wrong. How long, O Lord, in boastful pride Shall wicked men triumphant stand? How long shall they afflict thy saints And scorn Thy wrath, Thy dreadful hand? The widow and the fatherless They slay, and helpless strangers smite; The faithful God they do not fear, They say the Lord will not requite. Be wise, ye fools and brutish men; Shall not He see Who formed the eye? Shall not He hear Who formed the ear, And judge, who reigneth, God most high? The Lord will judge in righteousness, From Him all truth and knowledge flow; The foolish thoughts of wicked men, How vain they are the Lord doth know. That man is blest whom Thou, O Lord, With chastening hand dost teach Thy will, For in the day when sinners fall That man in peace abideth still. The Lord will not cast off His own, Nor His inheritance forsake; Just judgment shall at length prevail, And upright hearts shall courage take. Who will arise for my defense Against the wicked in the land? Against iniquity and wrong What main for me will valiant stand? Unless the Lord had been my Help, My life had quickly passed away; But when my foot had almost slipped, O Lord, Thy mercy was my stay. Amid the doubts that fill my mind Thy comforts, Lord, bring joy to me; Can wickedness, though throned in might, Have fellowship, O Lord, with Thee? The wicked, in their might arrayed, Against the righteous join their power, But to the Lord I flee for help, He is my Refuge and my Tower. Our God, the Refuge of His saints, Will fight against iniquity; Avenger of the innocent The Lord omnipotent will be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Nahum 1:6-8

• [Nah 1:7] God Knows

  O restless heart, why murmur? The sun is shining still, Though clouds may seem very near you, God knows, it is His will. Though clouds may seem very near you, God knows, it is His will. He knows the weary heartache, The longing and unrest, “Come unto Me,” He whispers, “And lean upon My breast.” “Come unto Me,” He whispers, “And lean upon My breast.” What most you wish and long for, Might only bring you pain; You cannot see the future God’s purpose to explain. You cannot see the future God’s purpose to explain. So trust, faint heart, thy Master, He doeth all things well, His love to you is boundless, And more than tongue can tell. His love to you is boundless, And more than tongue can tell.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Nah 1:7] Thou Hidden Source Of Calm Repose

  Thou hidden source of calm repose, Thou all sufficient love divine, My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am if Thou art mine; And lo! from sin and grief and shame I hide me, Jesus, in Thy Name. Thy mighty Name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above; Comfort it brings, and power and peace, And joy and everlasting love; To me with Thy dear Name are given Pardon and holiness and Heaven. Jesus, my all in all Thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The healing of my broken heart, In war my peace, in loss my gain, My smile beneath the tyrant’s frown, In shame my glory and my crown. In want my plentiful supply, In weakness my almighty power, In bonds my perfect liberty, My light in Satan’s darkest hour, In grief my joy unspeakable, My life in death, my Heaven in hell.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Nahum 1:6-9

• [Nah 1:7] God Knows

  O restless heart, why murmur? The sun is shining still, Though clouds may seem very near you, God knows, it is His will. Though clouds may seem very near you, God knows, it is His will. He knows the weary heartache, The longing and unrest, “Come unto Me,” He whispers, “And lean upon My breast.” “Come unto Me,” He whispers, “And lean upon My breast.” What most you wish and long for, Might only bring you pain; You cannot see the future God’s purpose to explain. You cannot see the future God’s purpose to explain. So trust, faint heart, thy Master, He doeth all things well, His love to you is boundless, And more than tongue can tell. His love to you is boundless, And more than tongue can tell.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Nah 1:7] Thou Hidden Source Of Calm Repose

  Thou hidden source of calm repose, Thou all sufficient love divine, My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am if Thou art mine; And lo! from sin and grief and shame I hide me, Jesus, in Thy Name. Thy mighty Name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above; Comfort it brings, and power and peace, And joy and everlasting love; To me with Thy dear Name are given Pardon and holiness and Heaven. Jesus, my all in all Thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The healing of my broken heart, In war my peace, in loss my gain, My smile beneath the tyrant’s frown, In shame my glory and my crown. In want my plentiful supply, In weakness my almighty power, In bonds my perfect liberty, My light in Satan’s darkest hour, In grief my joy unspeakable, My life in death, my Heaven in hell.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Wahyu 15:3

• [Why 15:3] Awake, And Sing The Song

  Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Savior’s Name. Sing of His dying love; Sing of His rising power; Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore. Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the eternal King. Soon shall we hear Him say, “Ye blessèd children, come!” Soon will He call us hence away, To our eternal home. There shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Why 15:3] O Glorious King Of Martyr Hosts

  O glorious King of martyr hosts, Thou Crown that each confessor boasts, Who leadest to celestial day The saints who cast earth’s joys away; Thine ear in mercy, Savior, lend, While unto Thee our prayers ascend; And as we count their triumphs won, Forgive the sins that we have done. Martyrs in Thee their triumph gain, Confessors grace from Thee obtain; We sinners humbly seek to Thee, From sin’s offense to set us free. All laud to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee; All glory, as is ever meet, To God the holy Paraclete.

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  source: Cyberhymnal