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<h2>DECK THYSELF, MY SOUL, WITH GLADNESS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Take, eat: this is My body, which is broken for you.” 1 Corinthians 11:24</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_f_r_franck_j.html" target="_blank">Johann Franck</a>, 1649 (<em>Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele</em>); translated from German to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_winkworth_c.html" target="_blank">Catherine Winkworth</a> in <em>Lyra Germanica</em>, 2nd Series (1858) and <em>The Chorale Book for England</em> (1863).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Schmücke Dich,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_cruger_j.html" target="_blank">Johann Crüger</a>, <em>Geistliche Kirchen Melodien</em>, 1649 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_schmucke.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,<br>
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Leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;<br>
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Come into the daylight’s splendor,<br>
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There with joy thy praises render<br>
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Unto Christ Whose grace unbounded<br>
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Hath this wondrous banquet founded.<br>
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Higher o’er all the heav’ns He reigneth,<br>
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Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.</p>
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<p>Hasten as a bride to meet Him<br>
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And with loving reverence greet Him;<br>
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For with words of life immortal<br>
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Now He knocketh at thy portal.<br>
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Haste to ope the gates before Him,<br>
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Saying, while thou dost adore Him,<br>
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Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee,<br>
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And I nevermore will leave Thee.</p>
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<p>He who craves a precious treasure<br>
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Neither cost nor pain will measure;<br>
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But the priceless gifts of heaven<br>
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God to us hath freely given.<br>
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Though the wealth of earth were offered,<br>
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Naught would buy the gifts here offered:<br>
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Christ’s true body, for thee riven,<br>
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And His blood, for thee once given.</p>
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<p>Ah, how hungers all my spirit<br>
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For the love I do not merit!<br>
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Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging,<br>
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Thought upon this food with longing,<br>
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In the battle well nigh worsted,<br>
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For this cup of life have thirsted,<br>
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For the Friend Who here invites us<br>
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And to God Himself unites us.</p>
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<p>In my heart I find ascending<br>
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Holy awe, with rapture blending,<br>
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As this mystery I ponder,<br>
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Filling all my soul with wonder,<br>
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Bearing witness at this hour<br>
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Of the greatness of God’s power;<br>
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Far beyond all human telling<br>
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Is the power within Him dwelling.</p>
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<p>Human reason, though it ponder,<br>
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Cannot fathom this great wonder<br>
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That Christ’s body e’er remaineth<br>
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Though it countless souls sustaineth<br>
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And that He His blood is giving<br>
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With the wine we are receiving.<br>
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These great mysteries unsounded<br>
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Are by God alone expounded.</p>
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<p>Sun, Who all my life dost brighten,<br>
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Light, Who dost my soul enlighten;<br>
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Joy the best that any knoweth;<br>
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Fount, whence all my being floweth;<br>
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At Thy feet I cry, my Maker,<br>
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Let me be a fit partaker<br>
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Of this blessèd food from heaven,<br>
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For our good, Thy glory, given.</p>
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<p>Lord, by love and mercy driven<br>
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Thou hast left Thy throne in heaven<br>
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On the cross for me to languish<br>
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And to die in bitter anguish,<br>
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To forego all joy and gladness<br>
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And to shed Thy blood in sadness.<br>
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By this blood redeemed and living,<br>
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Lord, I praise Thee with thanksgiving.</p>
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<p>Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee,<br>
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Let me gladly here obey Thee.<br>
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By Thy love I am invited,<br>
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Be Thy love with love requited;<br>
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From this supper let me measure,<br>
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Lord, how vast and deep love’s treasure.<br>
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Through the gifts Thou here dost give me<br>
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As Thy guest in heaven receive me.</p>
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