1 Deck yourself, my soul, with gladness,
Leave behind all gloom and sadness;
Come into the daylight’s splendor,
There with joy your praises render
Unto God, Whose grace unbounded
Has this wondrous banquet founded;
Come, for now the Lord most holy
Stoops to you in likeness lowly.

2 Sun, who all my life does brighten;
Light, who does my soul enlighten;
Joy, your wondrous gift bestowing;
Fount, from which all good is flowing;
At Your feet I cry, my Maker,
Let me be a fit partaker
Of this blessèd food from heaven,
For our good, Your glory given.

3 Jesus, source of Life and plesure,
Truest friend and dearest treasure,
By Your love I am invited,
Be Your love with love requited.
From this banquet let me measure,
Lord, how vast and deep its treasure;
Through the gifts that here You give me
As Your guest in heaven receive me.