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Deck Thyself, My Soul, With Gladness
Author: Catherine Winkworth; J. Franck Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #48 (1930) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness.
Come thou forth and cease repining,
In the daylight's splendor shining,
For the Lord of our salvation
Doth regard thy lowly station.
He in highest heaven reigneth,
Yet to be thy Guest He deigneth.
2. Hasten as His bride, to meet Him
And with loving rev'rence greet Him,
Who with words of life immortal
Knocketh at Thy spirit's portal.
Open thou the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him:
Come, in homage let me kiss Thee,
That no longer I may miss Thee.
3. Ah, how hungry is my spirit
For the grace I do not merit!
Ah, how oft, when sorrows tire,
Doth my soul this food desire!
In the battle well nigh worsted,
For this cup of life I thirsted,
Wanting Him Who here invites me
And as God with God unites me.
4. Now with joy and yet with wonder
On this feast my soul doth ponder;
For the mystery unbounded,
Which no reason e'er hath sounded,
Lets me witness at this hour,
Lord, the greatness of Thy power;
Quite beyond all human telling
Is the pow'r within Thee dwelling.
5 All our reason cannot measure,
Lord, the secret of this treasure
Never growing less, though feeding
All who for Thy grace are pleading
With Thy flesh and blood from heaven
When the bread and wine are given.
Oh, these mysteries unbounded
Are by God alone expounded.
6 Jesus, Sun of joy and gladness,
Light to banish all my sadness,
Love that gifts on me bestoweth,
Fount whence all my being floweth,
Here I humbly kneel before Thee
And for worthiness implore Thee,
To receive that bread from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
7 Thou by fervent love wast driven,
Lord, to leave Thy throne in heaven,
Willingly for us to languish
On the cross in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we now in truth are drinking,
While of Thee, our Savior, thinking.
8 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, Thy love's unbounded treasure;
When at last my senses leave me,
As Thy guest in heaven receive me. Topics: The Means of Grace Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: GOTHENBURG
Deck Thyself, My Soul, With Gladness
Deck Thyself, my Soul, with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #224a (1901) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the day-light’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render.
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o’er all the earth 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 never more will leave Thee."
3 He who costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is Thy good pleasure,
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing
and this manna on us raining.
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 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.
6 Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven.
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
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 Lord's Supper Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH, O LIEBE SEELE
Deck Thyself, my Soul, with Gladness
Deck Thyself, my Soul, with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck, 1618-1677 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #224b (1901) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the day-light’s splendor,
There with joy thy praises render.
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o’er all the earth 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 never more will leave Thee."
3 He who costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is Thy good pleasure,
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing
and this manna on us raining.
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 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.
6 Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven.
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forego all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
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 Lord's Supper Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH, O LIEBE SEELE
Deck Thyself, my Soul, with Gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: Benjamin Schmolk Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #246 (1937) Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the day-light's splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him, whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o'er all the earth 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;
Open wide 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 costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is Thy good pleasure,
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna on us raining.
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 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.
6 Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forgo all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
7 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 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.
Amen.
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: Benjamin Schmolck; Miss Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #246 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the day-light's splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him, whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o'er all the earth 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;
Open wide 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 costly goods desireth
To obtain, much gold requireth;
But to freely give the treasure
Of Thy love is Thy good pleasure,
For on earth there is no coffer
Which as payment we might offer
For this cup Thy blood containing,
And this manna on us raining.
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 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.
6 Lord, Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee to leave Thy throne in heaven,
For us on the cross to languish,
And to die in bitter anguish,
To forgo all joy and gladness,
And to shed Thy blood in sadness,
Which we drink now; grant that never
We forget Thy love, dear Saviour!
7 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 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.
Amen.
Topics: The Means of Grace The Lord's Supper; Names and Office of Christ Bread Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH, O LIEBE SEELE
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Franck Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #93 (1863) Lyrics:
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.
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 never more will leave Thee."
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.
Now I sink before Thee lowly,
Fill'd with joy most deep and holy,
As with trembling awe and wonder
On Thy mighty works I ponder,
Now, by mystery surrounded,
Depths no man hath ever sounded,
None may dare to pierce unbidden
Secrets that with Thee art hidden.
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.
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
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Author: J. Franck Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #149 (1913) 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 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 never more 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 blessed food from heaven,
For our good, Thy glory, given.
6 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 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: The Means of Grace The Lord's Supper; The Means of Grace The Lord's Supper Tune Title: [Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness]
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1201 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 splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Christ 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 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. He who craves a precious treasure
Neither cost nor pain will measure;
But the priceless gifts of heaven
God to us hath freely given.
Though the wealth of earth were offered,
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 power 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. 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.
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 heaven receive me. Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #411 (1934) 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 splendor,
There with joy thy praises render
Unto Him whose grace unbounded
Has this wondrous banquet founded.
High o’er all the heavens 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;
Open wide the gates before Him,
Saying, while thou dost adore Him,
Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,
And I never more 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 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 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: Bread of Life; Communion Service; Friendship of God or Christ; Invitation; Joy; Longing for God or Christ; Lord's Supper; Spiritual Life; Water of Life Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH, O LIEBE SEELE
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
Author: J. Franck; Miss C. Winkworth Hymnal: The New Christian Hymnal #426 (1929) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D First Line: Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness Lyrics: 1. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness,
Come into the daylight's splendor,
There will joy thy praises render
Unto Him, whose grace unbounded
Hath this wondrous banquet founded;
High o'er all the earth 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;
Open wide 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,
Tho't 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. Topics: Choral Section Preciousness of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH, O LIEBE SEELE
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness
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