339. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
come into the daylight’s splendor;
there with joy thy praises render
unto him whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded;
high o’er all the heavens he reigneth,
yet to dwell with thee he deigneth.

2 Sun, who all my life dost brighten;
Light, Who dost my soul enlighten;
Joy the best that any knoweth;
Fount, whence all my being floweth;
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessed food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory, given.

3 Jesus, Bread of life, I pray thee,
let me gladly here obey thee;
never to my hurt invited,
be thy love with love requited;
from this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep it's treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me
as thy guest in heaven receive me.

Text Information
First Line: Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677
Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878
Publication Date: 1985
Meter: LMD
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Composer (melody): Johann Cruger, 1598-1662
Meter: LMD
Key: E♭ Major



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