Wartburg Hymnal ‎#253

253. 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 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 ope the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
"Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I nevermore will leave Thee."

3 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.

4 Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Filled with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty work I ponder;
How, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce unbidden,
Secrets that with Thee are hidden.

5 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 blesséd food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.

6 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee,
Let me gladly here obey Thee:
Never to my heart 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: C. Winkworth
• Author: J. Franck
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: The Lord's Supper
• Notes: Translated from "Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele" Tune: SCHMÜCKE DICH O LIEBE SEELE

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