LORD’S SUPPER 305 Soul, Adorn Thyself with Gladness Rev. 19: 8 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. Trochaic Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele Johann Franck, 1649 Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858, alt. Schmücke dich Johann Crüger, 1649 do pain rev gloom mer meas greet sad not will ’rence and nor ing all I love cost lov hind it! ure; Him; ness; hun craves as dorn how who ten all pre self a gers a a thy 3 He 2 Has 1 Soul, Ah, bride 4 For Nei And Leave ure Him ness, the ther with be it cious my to with spir treas meet glad with ly thy es long giv por ren this hath eth thy food free at prais ing, en. tal. For Come der But Oft the with less of fast of im light’s I, sighs gifts life day price words to have the with in Thought God Now There on us knock joy up to He with throng heav mor splen ing, en tal dor, life sup dost fits of the thou drous a have here per this would ing, this cup buy while won thirst of dore found ed, fered: Him, ed. bat wealth ope Him gates grace the tle of the whose the to to In Tho’ Haste Un earth wor prof For Naught Say Hath sted, fered, Him, ed nigh were be un bound well fore reign ceive riv vites heav’ns I for here He re thee in to I His to eth, Thee, en, us Yet And And And y, o’er the that who true the fer, all Lord, bod Friend men. eth. Thee. en. us. A For Christ’s Suf High more thee Him thee self dwell nev blood, God with er for deign leave giv nites u once will He 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 Thy 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 blessèd 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 us 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.