1. Deck thyself, my soul, with gladness,
Put away thy robes of sadness;
In his resurrection splendour
Praise to God our Lord did render.
'Lifted up', with grace unbounded
He this wondrous banquet founded
High above the heavens he reigneth,
Yet to dwell with men he deigneth.
2 Jesus, Bread of life God-given,
Bruised once, when Sin had striven,
As thy friends, by thee invited,
Be thy love by us requited;
At thy table do we measure,
Lord, how vast and deep thy treasure.
By thy blood thou didst redeem us;
Travail of thy soul esteem us.