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Wahyu 2:13

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Wahyu 5:13

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Wahyu 3:21

• [Why 3:21] Ruler Of The Hosts Of Light

  Ruler of the hosts of light, Death hath yielded to Thy might; And Thy blood hath marked a road Which will lead us back to God. From Thy dwelling place above, From Thy Father’s throne of love, With Thy look of mercy bless Those without Thee comfortless. Bitter were Thy throes on earth, Giving to the Church her birth From the spear wound opening wide In Thine own life giving side. Now in glory Thou dost reign Won by all Thy toil and pain; Thence the promised Spirit send While our prayers to Thee ascend. Jesu, praise to Thee be giv’n With the Father high in Heav’n; Holy Spirit, praise to Thee, Now and through eternity.

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• [Why 3:21] Soldiers, Who Are Christ’s Below

  Soldiers, who are Christ’s below, Strong in faith resist the foe: Boundless is the pledged reward Unto them who serve the Lord. ’Tis no palm of fading leaves That the conqueror’s hand receives; Joys are his, serene and pure, Light that ever shall endure. For the souls that overcome, Waits the beauteous heavenly home, Where the blessèd evermore Tread, on high, the starry floor. Passing soon and little worth Are the things that tempt on earth; Heavenward lift thy soul’s regard; God Himself is thy Reward. Father, who the crown dost give, Savior, by whose death we live, Spirit, who our hearts dost raise, Three in One, Thy Name we praise.

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• [Why 3:21] They That Overcome

  Overcoming evil day by day, This our warfare on the Christian way; Yet unto those that faithful endure, God has declared that His promise is sure. Refrain They that overcome, thus saith He, They that overcome, blessèd shall be; They that overcome the world and sin, Life and a crown in His kingdom shall win. Tho’ we suffer tribulation here, Tho’ our crosses oft may seem severe, Think of the joy when trials are past, Strong in the Lord we shall conquer at last. Refrain Overcoming, O my soul, arise, Overcoming, thou must reach the skies; Still journey on, and still overcome, Rest by and by with the Savior at home. Refrain

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Wahyu 21:3

• [Why 21:3] And Will The Great Eternal God

  And will the great eternal God On earth establish His abode? And will He, from His radiant throne, Accept our temple for His own? These walls we to Thy honor raise; Long may they echo with Thy praise; And Thou, descending, fill the place With choicest tokens of Thy grace. Here let the great Redeemer reign, With all the graces of His train; While power divine His Word attends, To conquer foes, and cheer His friends. And in that great decisive day, When God the nations shall survey, May it before the world appear That crowds were born to glory here.

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• [Why 21:3] Great King Of Glory, Come

  Great King of glory, come, And with Thy favor crown This temple as Thy home, This people as Thine own; Beneath this roof, O deign to show How God can dwell with men below. In sweet, exalted strains The King of glory praise; O’er Heav’n and earth He reigns Through everlasting days; He, with a nod, the world controls Sustains or sinks the distant poles. To earth He bends His throne, His throne of grace divine; Wide is His bounty known, And wide His glories shine; Fair Salem still His chosen rest Is with His smiles and presence blest. Here may Thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend, Like incense, to the skies: Here may Thy Word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. Here may our unborn sons And daughters sound Thy praise, And shine, like polished stones, Through long succeeding days; Here, Lord, display Thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore. Here may the listening throng Receive Thy truth in love; Here Christians join the song Of seraphim above; Till all, who humbly seek Thy face, Rejoice in Thy abounding grace.

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• [Why 21:3] We Hail Thee Now, O Jesu

  We hail Thee now, O Jesu, Upon Thine altar-throne, Though sight and touch have failed us, And faith perceives alone! Thy love has veiled Thy Godhead And hid Thy power divine, In mercy to our weakness, Beneath an earthly sign. We hail Thee now, O Jesu; In silence hast Thou come; For all the hosts of Heaven With wonderment are dumb; So great the condescension, So marvelous the love, Which for our sakes, O Savior, Have drawn Thee from above. We hail Thee now, O Jesu; For law and type have ceased, And Thou in each communion Art Sacrifice and Priest; We make this great memorial In union, Lord, with Thee, And plead Thy death and passion To cleanse and set us free. We hail Thee now, O Jesu; For death is drawing near, And in Thy presence only Its terrors disappear. Dwell with us, sweetest Savior, And guide us through the night, Till shadows end in glory, And faith be lost in sight.

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• [Why 21:3] When God Is Seen With Men To Dwell

  When God is seen with men to dwell, And all creation makes anew, What tongues can half the wonders tell, What eye the dazzling glories view? Celestial streams shall gently flow, The wilderness shall joyful be; On parchèd ground shall lilies grow And gladness spring on every tree; The weak be strong, the fearful bold, The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing, The lame shall walk, the blind behold, And joy through all the earth shall ring.

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Wahyu 8:4

• [Why 8:4] Morning Prayer

  Thankful for the morning light, Shining over earth and sea; Thankful for the gift of sight O Father, Lord, to Thee. To Thee with all the heart I pray, Now at the dawning of the day; I know Thou hast me in Thy care, And Thou wilt hear my prayer. Thankful for the power to hear; Thankful for the power to speak; Lord, to Thee I bend my ear, Thy holy face I seek, To Thee my earliest thoughts are giv’n, Like incense, may they rise to Heav’n; And from Thee thence a blessing bear, In answer to my prayer. Thanks I give for strength and health, Making all my pulses leap; Greater boon than boundless wealth Is waking out of sleep. content and glad for each new day, O father, Lord, to Thee I pray; I pray to Heav’n for Thou art there; And Thou art everywhere. Greatest boon is heart of love; May at length this heart be mine; Lord, Thou sendest from above Thy love and truth divine. And they shall purge the willing soul Of earthly ills, and make it whole; For Thou didst come those ills to bear, And canst not spurn my prayer.

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• [Why 8:4] Now From The Altar Of My Heart

  Now from the altar of my heart Let incense flames arise; Assist me, Lord, to offer up Mine evening sacrifice. Awake, my love! Awake, my joy! Awake, my heart and tongue! Sleep not: when mercies loudly call, Break forth into a song. This day God was my Sun and Shield, My Keeper and my Guide; His care was on my frailty shown, His mercies multiplied. Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick but mercies were More fleet and free than they. New time, new favor, and new joys Do a new song require; Till I shall praise Thee as I would, Accept my heart’s desire. Man’s life’s a book of history, The leaves thereof are days, The letters mercies closely joined, The title is Thy praise. Lord of my time, whose hand hath set New time upon my score, Then I shall praise for all my time, When time shall be no more.

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• [Why 8:4] O God, Thy World Is Sweet With Prayer

  O God, Thy world is sweet with prayer; The breath of Christ is in the air; We rise on Thy free Spirit’s wings, And every thought within us sings. Thou art our Morning and our Sun, Our work is glad, in Thee begun; Our foot worn path is fresh with dew, For Thou createst all things new. O God, within us and above, Close to us in the Christ we love, Through Him, our only Guide and Way, May heavenly life be ours today!

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• [Why 8:4] O Thou, Our Savior, Brother, Friend

  O Thou, our Savior, Brother, Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise; The prayers of saints to Heaven ascend, Grateful, accepted sacrifice. Regard our prayers for Zion’s peace; Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase; Enlarge, and fill us all with God. Before Thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, And guide into Thy perfect will; Cause us Thy hallowed Name to know, The work of faith in us fulfill. Help us to make our calling sure; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as Thou Thyself art pure, Conformed in all things to our Head. Take the dear purchase of Thy blood: Thy blood shall wash us white as snow; Present us sanctified to God, And perfected in love below.

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Wahyu 9:11

• [Why 9:11] My Soul Is Sad And Much Dismayed

  My soul is sad and much dismayed; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose! See, from the over-burning lake How like a smoky cloud they rise! With horrid blasts my soul they shake, With storms of blasphemies and lies. Their fiery arrows reach the mark, My throbbing heart with anguish tear; Each lights upon a kindred spark, And finds abundant fuel there. I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord; O, I would drive it from my breast, With Thy own sharp two-edged sword, Far as the east is from the west! Come then, and chase the cruel host, Heal the deep wounds I have received! Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved!

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• [Why 9:11] Our Earth We Now Lament To See

  Our earth we now lament to see With floods of wickedness overflowed, With violence, wrong, and cruelty, The killing fields our constant abode, Where men like fiends each other tear, In all the hellish rage of war. As listed on Abaddon’s side, They mangle their own flesh, and slay: Tophet is moved, and opens wide Its mouth for its enormous prey; And myriads sink beneath the grave, And plunge into the flaming wave. O might the universal Friend This havoc of His creatures see! Bid our unnatural discord end; Declare us reconciled in Thee; Write kindness on our inward parts, And chase the murderer from our hearts! Who now against each other rise, The nations of the earth, constrain To follow after peace, and prize The blessings of Thy righteous reign, The joys of unity to prove, The paradise of perfect love!

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Wahyu 5:13

• [Why 5:13] Countless Multitudes On High, The

  The countless multitudes on high, Who tune their songs to Jesus’ Name, All merit of their own deny, And Jesus’ worth alone proclaim. Firm on the ground of sovereign grace They stand before Jehovah’s throne; The new song in that blessèd place Is, “Thou art worthy, Thou alone!” With spotless robes of purest white, And branches of triumphal palm, They shout, with transports of delight, Heaven’s ceaseless, universal psalm; “Salvation’s glory all be paid To Him who sits upon the throne, And to the Lamb whose blood was shed: Thou, Thou art worthy, Thou alone; For Thou was slain, and in Thy blood These robes were washed so spotless pure! Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God: For ever let Thy praise endure!” While thus the ransomed myriads shout, “Amen!” the holy angels cry— Amen! Amen! resounds throughout The boundless regions of the sky.

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• [Why 5:13] O For A Sweet, Inspiring Ray

  O for a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns. There low before the glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall! And with delightful worship own His smile their bliss, their heav’n, their all. Immortal glories crown His head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread, Thro’ all th’assemblies of the skies. He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs, To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand, joyful tongues Resound His everlasting praise.

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• [Why 5:13] See The Ransomed Millions Stand

  See the ransomed millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hand; This before the throne their strain, “Hell is vanquished, death is slain; Blessing, honor, glory, might, Are the Conqueror’s native right; Thrones and powers before Him fall, Lamb of God and Lord of all!” Hasten, Lord the promised hour; Come in glory and in power; Still Thy foes are unsubdued; Nature sighs to be renewed. Time has nearly reached its sum; All things, with Thy bride, say “Come”; Jesus, whom all worlds adore, Come, and reign forevermore.

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• [Why 5:13] Thro’ The New Heav’n What Voices Ring

  Thro’ the new Heav’n what voices ring In praise triumphant to our King? Like many waters, hark, they pour Their tide along the golden shore! “All blessing, honor, power divine, All might and majesty be Thine! Holy and true are all Thy words, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!” These from the martyrs bed of flame, These from the gloomy dungeon came, These, on the dreadful battlefield, Stood firm till death and would not yield. All voices in that faithful throng, Swell clear and true the glorious song; “Holy and true are all Thy words, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!” These bore Thy banner o’er the sea, Exiled and poor for love of Thee, And found in danger and distress, Thy presence in the wilderness. No storm could shake, no ill could harm So strong was Thy protecting arm, “Holy and true are all Thy words, Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!”

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Wahyu 3:12

• [Why 3:12] King Of The City Splendid

  King of the City Splendid, Eternal in the height, May all our country’s cities Grow holy in Thy sight; Cleansed from the deeds of darkness— Cities of light. Teach love to gladden children That know not childhood’s mirth, Wronged of their rights—no beauty In their scant reach of earth; To hope’s large sunshine give them A second birth. Give joy to all the joyless, Song’s voice to sorrows dumb, May light invade with blessing Each dark and deathly slum; Into earth’s realms of horror Thy Kingdom come! Soon may our country’s cities Thy robe of glory wear; Each place of toil a temple, Each house a home of prayer; Each city’s name of beauty— The Lord is there!

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• [Why 3:12] O What Their Joy And Their Glory Must Be

  O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly, “Jerusalem” name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er, Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son, Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

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