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 heav'ns 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 a hear 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.

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 heav'n receive me.