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Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
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The Hymnal 1982 (Episcopal)
Hymn Melody
Metric Index
LMD
Modality
E♭ Major
15-Pitch Humming Index
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Author
Johann Franck [1618-1677]
Composer (melody)
Johann Cruger [1598-1662]
Language
English
Original Language
German
Publication Date
1985
Translator
Catherine Winkworth [1827-1878 (alt.)]
Last Five Uses
• Used on Jan 19, 2025 10:30 as the Entrance Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Aug 04, 2024 10:30 as the Gradual Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Jul 14, 2024 10:30 as the Communion Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Jun 02, 2024 10:30 as the Communion Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Mar 28, 2024 19:00 as the Sermon Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Aug 04, 2024 10:30 as the Gradual Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Jul 14, 2024 10:30 as the Communion Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Jun 02, 2024 10:30 as the Communion Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
• Used on Mar 28, 2024 19:00 as the Sermon Hymn at St. Mark's Episcopal, Honeybrook, PA
Poem Words (Three verses)
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.
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.
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.
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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