Deck Thyself My Soul with Gladness { Deck Thyself My Soul with Gladness by Johann Wolfgang Franck, 1618-1677 (Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878) SCHMUCKE DICH-Johann Cruger Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness } 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 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. 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 gift thou here dost give me, As thy guest in heaven receive me.