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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Franck Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #a2 (1863) Hymnal Title: Chorale Book for England, The Lyrics:
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight's splendour,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o'er all the heav'ns he reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth!
Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Franck Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #93 (1863) Hymnal Title: Chorale Book for England, The Lyrics:
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight's splendour,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded,
High o'er all the heav'ns he reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
Hasten as a Bride to meet Him,
And with loving reverence greet Him,
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal;
Haste to ope the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I never more will leave Thee."
Ah how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well-nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend, who here invites us,
And to God Himself unites us.
Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Fill'd with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
Now, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce unbidden
Secrets that with Thee art hidden.
Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er 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.
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 its treasure;
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me
As Thy guest in heaven receive me.
Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself [yourself], my soul with gladness [with joy and gladness]
Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Johann Franck Hymnal: Christ in Song #590 (1871) Hymnal Title: Christ in Song
Deck thyself [yourself], my soul with gladness [with joy and gladness]
Soul, Adorn Yourself with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-77; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Christian Worship (1993) #311 (1993) Hymnal Title: Christian Worship (1993) Lyrics: 1 Soul, adorn yourself with gladness;
Leave behind all gloom and sadness.
Come into the daylight's splendor;
There with joy your praises render
Unto him whose grace unbounded
Has this wondrous supper founded.
Though he reigns above most holy,
Deigns to dwell with you most lowly.
2 Hasten as a bride to meet him,
And with loving rev'rence greet him,
For with words of life immortal
He is knocking at your portal.
Open wide the gates before him,
Saying, as you there adore him:
Grant, Lord, that I now receive you,
That I nevermore will leave you.
3 He who craves a precious treasure
Neither cost nor pain will measure,
But the priceless gifts of heaven
God to us has freely given.
Though the wealth of earth were proffered,
Naught would buy the gifts here offered:
Christ's true body, for you riven,
And his blood, for you once given.
4 Now I kneel before you lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On your mighty work I ponder,
How by mystery surrounded,
Depths that no one ever sounded.
None may dare to pierce unbidden
Secrets that with you are hidden.
5 Human reason, though it ponders,
Cannot fathom these great wonders,
That Christ's body must be boundless
Since the souls it feeds are countless,
And that he his blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
These great mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded.
6 Lord, by love and mercy driven,
You have left your throne in heaven
On the cross for me to languish
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forgo all joy and gladness
And to shed your blood in sadness.
By this blood redeemed and living,
Lord, I praise you with thanksgiving.
7 Jesus, Sun of life, my Splendor,
Jesus, Friend of friends most tender,
Jesus, Joy of my desiring,
Fount of life, my soul inspiring -
At your feet I cry, my Maker:
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessed food from heaven
For our good, your glory, given.
8 Jesus, Lord of life, I pray you,
Let me gladly here obey you.
By your love I am invited;
Be your love with love requited.
By this supper let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure.
Through the gift of grace you give me
As your guest in heav'n receive me. Topics: Holy Communion; Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Soul, Adorn Yourself with Gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Frank Hymnal: Church Hymnal for Lutheran Services #109 (1911) Hymnal Title: Church Hymnal for Lutheran Services Lyrics: 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 heav’ns He reigneth,
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
2. Hasten as a bride to meet Him,
And with loving reverence greet Him,
For with words of life immortal
Now He knocketh at thy portal;
Haste to open the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I nevermore will leave Thee."
3. He who costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is Thy good pleasure;
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna on us raining.
4. Ah! how hungers all my spirit
For the love I do not merit!
Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,
Thought upon this food with longing,
In the battle well-nigh worsted,
For this cup of life have thirsted,
For the Friend, who here invites us,
And to God Himself unites us.
5. Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce, unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.
6. Nay, though reason here doth ponder,
It can never reach this wonder,
That this bread is never lessened ,
Though it nourish thousands present,
And that Christ His blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
O these mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded!
7. Sun, who all my life doth brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er 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.
8. Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadnes,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
9. 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 love's treasure;
Through the gifts Thou here dost give me
As Thy guest in heav'n receive me. Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck Yourself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck (1618-1677); Catherine Winkworth (1827-1878) Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #78 (1998) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Common Praise (1998) Lyrics: 1 Deck yourself, my soul, with gladness;
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness.
Come into the daylight's splendour,
there with joy your praises render
to the Lord whose grace unbounded
has this royal banquet founded:
though all other powers excelling,
with my soul he makes his dwelling.
2 Lord, I bow before you lowly,
filled with joy most deep and holy,
as with trembling awe and wonder
all your mighty works I ponder -
how, by mystery surrounded,
depth no-one has ever sounded,
none may dare to pierce unbidden
secrets that in you are hidden.
3 Shining sun, my life you brighten,
radiance, you my soul enlighten;
joy, the best of all our knowing,
fountain, swiftly in me flowing:
at your feet I kneel, my Maker -
let me be a fit partaker
of this sacred food from heaven,
for our good, your glory, given.
4 Jesus, bread of life, I pray you,
let me gladly here obey you;
never to my hurt invited,
always by your love delighted:
from this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
through the gifts your hands have given
let me be your guest in heaven. Topics: Eucharist; Adoration; Bread; Eucharist Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck Yourself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: Common Praise #295 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Hymnal Title: Common Praise Lyrics: PART ONE -
1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight's splendour,
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 Now I sink before thee lowly,
filled with joy most deep and holy,
as with trembling awe and wonder
on thy mighty works I ponder:
how, by mystery surrounded,
depth no mortal ever sounded,
none may dare to pierce unbidden
secrets that with thee are hidden.
PART TWO -
3 Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
light, who dost my soul enlighten,
joy, the sweetest heart e'er 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.
4 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 its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: Holy Communion Scripture: Hebrews 12:28-29 Languages: English Tune Title: SCMÜCKE DICH
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #146 (2000) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Hymnal Title: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight's splendour,
there with joy thy praises render
unto him whose grace unbounded
hath this wondrous banquet founded:
high o'er all the heav'ns he reigneth,
yet to dwell with thee he deigneth.
2 Now I sink before thee lowly,
filled with joy most deep and holy,
as with trembling awe and wonder
on thy mighty works I ponder:
how, by mystery surrounded,
depth no mortal ever sounded,
none may dare to pierce unbidden
secrets that with thee are hidden.
PART TWO
3 Sun, who all my life dost brighten.
Light who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, which through my spirit floweth,
fount, which life and health bestowed,
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessèd food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory, given.
4 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 its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heav'n receive me. Topics: Communion; Holy Communion; Year B Proper 13 Scripture: John 6:31-58 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #580 (2010) Hymnal Title: CPWI Hymnal Lyrics: PART ONE -
1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight's splendour,
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 Now I sink before thee lowly,
filled with joy most deep and holy,
as with trembling awe and wonder
on thy mighty works I ponder:
how, by mystery surrounded,
depth no man hath ever sounded,
none may dare to pierce unbidden
secrets that with thee are hidden.
PART TWO -
3 Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e'er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessèd food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory, given.
4 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 its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: Sacraments and Other Occasions Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
