a2. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

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!

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First Line: Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Title: Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
German Title: Schmücke dich, O liebe Seele
Author: J. Franck (1653)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1863
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