Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness

Verse 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.

High o’er all
the heavens he reigneth,
yet to dwell
with thee he deigneth.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.