Lutheran Hymnody
The Hymns
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
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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
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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.
Adoration
Opening of Service
Lord’s Day
Worship and Praise
Close of Service
The Church Year
Advent
Christmas
New Year’s Eve
New Year
Epiphany
Transfiguration
Presentation
Lent
Palm Sunday
Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Easter
Ascension
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Trinity
St. Michael’s and All Angels
Reformation
St. Andrew
St. John the Apostle
Holy Innocents
Annunciation
Invitation
The Word
Law and Gospel
The Sacraments
Baptism
Lord’s Supper
Confession and Absolution
Confirmation
The Redeemer
Faith and Justification
Sanctification
Consecration
New Obedience
Trust
Stewardship
Christian Warfare
Prayer
The Church
Communion of Saints
Ministry
Missions
Cross and Comfort
Times and Seasons
Morning
Evening
Harvest and Thanksgiving
The Nation
The Last Things
Death and Burial
Judgment
Life Everlasting
The Christian Home
Marriage
The Family
Christian Education
Special Occasions
Cornerstone Laying
Dedication
Church Anniversary
Theological Institutions
Foreign Missionaries
Absent Ones
The Long-Meter Doxology
Carols and Spiritual Songs