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Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele

Author: Johann Franck Hymnal: Gesangbuch der Bischöflichen Methodistenkirche #207 (1928) Languages: German Tune Title: [Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele]

Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele

Author: Johannes Franck Hymnal: Gesangbuch der Evangelisch-reformierten Kirchen der deutschsprachigen Schweiz #228 (1952) Languages: German Tune Title: [Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele]

Author: Johann Franck 1618-77; Catherine Winkworth 1827-78 Hymnal: The Australian Hymn Book with Catholic Supplement #424 (1977) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D First Line: Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH

Soul, adorn thyself with gladness

Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Hymnal #473 (1992) Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH, O LIEBE SEELE

Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: Catherine Winkworth; J. Franck Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #240 (1939) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Topics: Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH

Ó minha alma, vem, te adorna

Author: Johann Franck; Rodolpho F. Hasse, 1890-1968 Hymnal: Hinário Luterano #263 (2016) Topics: Santa Ceia Scripture: Luke 14:17 Languages: Portuguese Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH

Soul, Adorn Thyself with Gladness

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Johann Franck Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #305 (1941) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Soul, adorn thyself with gladness, Leave behind all gloom and sadness; Come into the day-light's splendor, There with joy thy praises render Unto Him whose grace unbounded Hath this wondrous Supper founded. High o'er all the heav'ns He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth. 2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him And with loving rev'rence greet Him, For with words of life immortal Now He knocketh at thy portal. Haste to ope the gates before Him, Saying, while thou dost adore Him: Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee, And I nevermore will leave Thee. 3 He who craves a precious treasure Neither cost nor pain will measure; But the priceless gifts of heaven God to us hath freely given. Tho' the wealth of earth were proffered, Naught would buy the gifts here offered: Christ's true body, for thee riven, And His blood, for thee once given. 4 Ah, how hungers all my spirit For the love I do not merit! Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging, Thought upon this food with longing, In the battle well-nigh worsted, For this cup of life have thirsted, For the Friend who here invites us And to God Himself unites us. 5 In my heart I find ascending Holy awe, with rapture blending, As this mystery I ponder, Filling all my soul with wonder, Bearing witness at this hour Of the greatness of God's power; Far beyond all human telling Is the pow'r within Him dwelling. 6 Human reason, though it ponder, Cannot fathom this great wonder That Christ's body e'er remaineth Though it countless souls sustaineth And that He His blood is giving With the wine we are receiving. These great mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded. 7 Jesus, Sun of Life, my Splendor, Jesus, Thou my Friend most tender, Jesus, Joy of my desiring, Fount of life, my soul inspiring-- 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. 8 Lord, by love and mercy driven Thou hast left Thy throne in heaven On the cross for me to languish And to die in bitter anguish, To forego all joy and gladness And to shed Thy blood in sadness. By this blood, redeemed and living, Lord, I praise Thee with thanksgiving. 9 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee. By Thy love I am invited, Be Thy love with love requited; From this Supper let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure. Through the gifts Thou here dost give me As Thy guest in heav'n receive me. Amen. Topics: The Sacraments The Lord's Supper Scripture: Revelation 19:8 Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH

Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Johann Franck, 1618-1677 Hymnal: Hymnbook for Christian Worship #310 (1970) Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH

Soul, Adorn Thyself with Gladness

Author: J. Franck, 1618-77; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #328 (1996) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Lyrics: 1 Soul, adorn thyself with gladness, Leave behind all gloom and sadness. Come into the daylight's splendor; There with joy thy praises render Unto Him whose grace unbounded Hath this woundrous Supper founded. High o'er all the heav'ns He reigneth, Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth. 2 Hasten as a bride to meet Him And with loving rev'rence greet Him, For with words of life immortal Now He knocketh at thy portal. Haste to ope the gates before Him, Saying, while thou dost adore Him: Suffer, Lord, that I receive Thee, And I nevermore will leave Thee. 3 He who craves a precious treasure Neither cost nor pain will measure, But the priceless gifts of heaven God to us hath freely given. Though the wealth of earth were proffered, Naught would buy the gifts here offered: Christ's true body, for thee riven, And His blood, for thee once given. 4 Ah, how hungers all my spirit For the love I do not merit! Oft have I, with sighs fast thronging, Thought upon this food with longing, In the battle well-nigh worsted, For this cup of life have thirsted, For the Friend who here invites us And to God Himself unites us. 5 In my heart I find ascending Holy awe, with rapture blending, As this mystery I ponder, Filling all my soul with wonder, Bearing witness at this hour Of the greatness of God's power; Far beyond all human telling Is the pow'r within Him dwelling. 6 Human reason, though it ponder, Cannot fathom this great wonder, That Christ's body e'er remaineth Though it countless souls sustaineth, And that He His blood is giving With the wine we are receiving. These great mysteries unsounded Are by God alone expounded. 7 Jesus, Sun of Life, my Splendor, Jesus, Thou my Friend most tender, Jesus, Joy of my desiring, Fount of life, my soul inspiring-- 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. 8 Lord, by love and mercy driven Thou hast left Thy throne in heaven On the cross for me to languish And to die in bitter anguish, To forego all joy and gladness And to shed Thy blood in sadness. By this blood, redeemed and living, Lord, I praise Thee with thanksgiving. 9 Jesus, Bread of Life, I pray Thee, Let me gladly here obey Thee. By Thy love I am invited, Be Thy love with love requited. From this Supper let me measure, Lord, how vast and deep love's treasure. Though the gifts Thou here dost give me As Thy guest in heav'n receive me. Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH

Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness

Author: John Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: A New Hymnal for Colleges and Schools #402 (1992) Topics: Eucharist Languages: English Tune Title: SCHMÜCKE DICH