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Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness (1). Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness. 612. WORDS: Johann Franck, 1649; trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1863 (Jn. 6:35-58). 1. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness, leave the gloomy haunts of sadness.
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Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness(1) Deck Thyself, My Soul,with Gladness 612 WORDS: Johann Franck, 1649; trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1863 (Jn. 6:35-58) 1. Deck thyself, my soul,with gladness,leave the gloomyhaunts of sadness.
Come into thedaylight’s splendor;there with joythy praises render
unto Christ,whose grace unboundedhath this wondrousbanquet founded.
High o’er allthe heavens he reigneth,yet to dwellwith thee he deigneth.
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness (2) 2. Sun, who allmy life dost brighten;Light, who dostmy soul enlighten;
Joy, the bestthat any knoweth;Fount, whence allmy being floweth;
of this blessedfood from heaven,for our good,thy glory, given.
Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness (3) 3. Jesus, bread of life,I pray thee,let me gladlyhere obey thee;
From this banquetlet me measure,Lord, how vastand deep its treasure;
through the giftsthou here dost give me,as thy guest inheaven receive me.