Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness (Johann Crüger)

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  • (Posted 2021-02-15)  CPDL #62945:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-02-15).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 51 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2021-02-15)  CPDL #62944:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-02-15).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 101 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness
Composer: Johann Crüger
Tune: Schmücke dich
Lyricist: Johann Franck

Translation by Catherine Winkworth

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88. D

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
  2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 257

Description: Melody by Johann Crüger

External websites: https://embassysingers.de/scores/hymns.html

Original text and translations

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Part 1
Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
leave the gloomy haunts of sadness;
come into the daylight’s splendour,
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.

Now I sink before thee lowly,
filled with joy most deep and holy,
as with trembling awe and wonder
on thy mighty works I ponder:
how, by mystery surrounded,
depth no man hath ever sounded,
none may dare to pierce unbidden
secrets that with thee are hidden.

Part 2
Sun, who all my life dost brighten,
Light, who dost my soul enlighten,
Joy, the sweetest man e’er knoweth,
Fount, whence all my being floweth,
at thy feet I cry, my Maker,
let me be a fit partaker
of this blessèd food from heaven,
for our good, thy glory, given.

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.