339 Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

The Hymnal 1982 339

Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

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Johann Franck, 1618-1677; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878
Johann Cruger, 1598-1662

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 it's treasure; through the gifts thou here dost give me as thy guest in heaven receive me.

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