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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: C. Winkworth; J. Franck Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #253 (1918) 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 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. Topics: The Lord's Supper
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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #269 (1880) 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; Higher 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 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 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. 5 Nay, though reason here doth ponder, It can never reach this wonder, That this bread is never lessen'd Though it nourish thousands present, That with wine the blood of Jesus Here is giv'n from sin to save us. O these mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded! 6 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. 7 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 heaven receive me. Topics: The Catechism Holy Communion Languages: English
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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth; E. Cronenwett Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #269 (1908) Lyrics: 1 Deck thy-self, 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 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 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 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. 5 Nay, though reason here doth ponder, It can never reach this wonder, That this bread is never lessen'd Though it nourish thousands present, That with wine the blood of Jesus Here is given from sin to save us. O these mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded! 6 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. 7 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 heaven receive me. Topics: The Catechism Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: GOTHENBURG

Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness

Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677 Hymnal: Songs of Light #97 (1977) Topics: Humility; Praise; Lord's Supper; Marriage Languages: English Tune Title: [Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness]
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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: Johann Franck, 1618-7; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #280 (1986) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D 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 woundrous 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, Depths no man hath ever sounded, None may dare to pierce unbidden Secrets that with thee are hidden. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
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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 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
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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #339 (1985) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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 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 blessed 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. Topics: Holy Eucharist Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: Catherine Winkworth (1827-1878); Johann Franck (1618-1677) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #440 (2013) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D 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 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. 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: Adoration; Future hope; God in mystery; God Love of; Holy Communion; Joy; The Sixth Sunday of Easter Year B Scripture: Psalm 2:11 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #580 (2010) 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
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Deck thyself with joy and gladness

Author: John Caspar Mattes, 1876 - 1948; Johann Franck, 1618 - 77 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #262 (1958) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself with joy and gladness, Dwell no more, my soul, in sadness; Let the daylight shine upon thee, Put thy wedding garment on thee, For the Lord of life unending Unto thee his call is sending: Come, for now the King most holy Stoops to thee in likeness lowly. 2 Hasten, then, my soul, to meet him, Eagerly and gladly greet him. As without he standeth knocking, Quickly, thy soul’s gate unlocking, Open wide the fast-closed portal, Saying to the Lord immortal, 'Come, and leave thy servant never, Dwell within my heart forever.' A-men. 3 Jesus, source of life and pleasure, Truest friend and dearest treasure, Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth; Fount, whence all my being floweth: Humbly now I bow before thee, And in penitence adore thee; Worthily let me receive thee, Perfect peace and pardon give me. Amen. Topics: Sacraments and Rites Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMUCKE DICH

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