|Text:||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 Christ, 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 blessèd 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 its treasure;
through the gifts thou here dost give me,
as thy guest in heaven receive me.
|First Line:||Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness|
|Title:||Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness|
|Author:||Johann Franck (1649)|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1863)|
|Topic:||The Sacraments and Rites of the Church: Eucharist (Holy Communion or The Lord's Supper); Adoration and Praise; Holy Communion|