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305. Soul, Adorn Thyself with Gladness

1 Soul, adorn thyself with gladness,
Leave behind all gloom and sadness;
Come into the day-light's splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous Supper 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 rev'rence 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 nevermore will leave Thee.

3 He who craves a precious treasure
Neither cost nor pain will measure;
But the priceless gifts of heaven
God to us hath freely given.
Tho' the wealth of earth were proffered,
Naught would buy the gifts here offered:
Christ's true body, for thee riven,
And His blood, for thee once given.

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 In my heart I find ascending
Holy awe, with rapture blending,
As this mystery I ponder,
Filling all my soul with wonder,
Bearing witness at this hour
Of the greatness of God's power;
Far beyond all human telling
Is the pow'r within Him dwelling.

6 Human reason, though it ponder,
Cannot fathom this great wonder
That Christ's body e'er remaineth
Though it countless souls sustaineth
And that He His blood is giving
With the wine we are receiving.
These great mysteries unsounded
Are by God alone expounded.

7 Jesus, Sun of Life, my Splendor,
Jesus, Thou my Friend most tender,
Jesus, Joy of my desiring,
Fount of life, my soul inspiring--
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, by love and mercy driven
Thou hast left Thy throne in heaven
On the cross for me to languish
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness
And to shed Thy blood in sadness.
By this blood, redeemed and living,
Lord, I praise Thee with thanksgiving.

9 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee.
By Thy love I am invited,
Be Thy love with love requited;
From this Supper 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.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Soul, adorn thyself with gladness
Title: Soul, Adorn Thyself with Gladness
German Title: Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele
Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1853, alt.)
Author: Johann Franck (1649)
Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8. Trochaic
Language: English
Publication Date: 1941
Scripture:
Topic: The Sacraments: The Lord's Supper
Tune Information
Name: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Composer: Johann Crüger (1649)
Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8. Trochaic
Key: D Major



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