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The Magnificat

My soul extols the mighty Lord, In God the Saviour joys my heart: Thou hast not my low state abhorr’d; Now know I, Thou my Saviour art.

Sorrow and sighs are fled away, Peace now I feel, and joy and rest: Renew’d, I hail the festal day, Henceforth by endless ages blest.

Great are the things which Thou hast done; How holy is Thy name, O Lord! How wondrous is Thy mercy shown To all that tremble at Thy word!

Thy conquering arm with terror crown’d Appear’d the humble to sustain; And all the sons of pride have found Their boasted wisdom void and vain.

The mighty, from their native sky Cast down, Thou hast in darkness bound; And raised the worms of earth on high With majesty and glory crown’d.

The rich have pined amidst their store, Nor e’er the way of peace have trod; Meanwhile the hungry souls Thy power Fill’d with the fulness of their God.

Come, Saviour, come, of old decreed! Faithful and true be Thou confest; By all earth’s tribes in Abraham’s Seed Henceforth through endless ages blest.