Yes 8:16; Yes 50:4... (Himne) - Tampilan Daftar Ayat

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Himne Indonesia

Yesaya 8:16

Pelengkap Kidung Jemaat

Aku Tuhan Semesta [PKJ.177] Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

	Yesaya 8
1. Aku Tuhan semesta, Jeritanmu Kudengar. Kau di dunia yang gelap ‘Ku s’lamatkan. Akulah Pencipta t’rang; malam jadi benderang. Siapakah utusanKu membawa t’rang?
2. Ini aku, utus aku! Kudengar Engkau memanggilku. Utus aku; tuntun aku; ‘Ku prihatin akan umatMu.
3. Aku Tuhan semesta. ‘Ku menanggung sakitmu dan menangis kar’na kau tak mau dengar. ‘Kan Kurobah hatimu yang keras jadi lembut. Siapa bawa firmanKu? UtusanKu?
4. Ini aku, utus aku! Kudengar Engkau memanggilku. Utus aku; tuntun aku; ‘Ku prihatin akan umatMu.
5. Aku Tuhan semesta. ‘Ku melihat yang resah. Orang miskin dan lesu Aku jenguk. Aku ingin memberi perjamuan sorgawi. Siapa mewartakannya? Siapakah?
6. Ini aku, utus aku! Kudengar Engkau memanggilku. Utus aku; tuntun aku; ‘Ku prihatin akan umatMu.
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Himne Inggris

Yesaya 50:4

[Yes 50:4] Awake, My Soul, Stretch Every Nerve Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way,
And onward urge thy way.

’Tis God’s all animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
’Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,
To thine aspiring eye.

Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown,
And an immortal crown.

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source: Cyberhymnal

[Yes 50:4] Come, My Soul, Thou Must Be Waking Hover pada judul lagu untuk mendengarkan musik

Come, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking over the earth another day;
Come to Him Who made this splendor;
See thou render all thy feeble powers can pay.

Thou, too, hail the light returning
Ready burning be the incense of thy powers;
For the night is safely ended,
God hath tended with His care thy helpless hours.

Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor when thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee, when thou evil wouldst pursue.

Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
He unfoldeth every fault that lurks within;
He the hidden shame glossed over
Can discover, and discern each deed of sin.

Mayest thou on life’s last morrow,
Free from sorrow, pass away in slumber sweet:
And, released from death’s dark sadness,
Rise in gladness that far brighter Sun to greet.

Only God’s free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not, but His Spirit’s voice obey;
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding all things in unclouded day.