Isaac Watts · 418 of 724

Hymn 60

Our souls shall magnify the Lord, In God the Savior we rejoice: While we repeat the Virgin's song, May the same Spirit tune our voice!

[The Highest saw her low estate, And mighty things his hand hath done: His overshadowing power and grace Makes her the mother of his Son.

Let ev'ry nation call her blest, And endless years prolong her fame; But God alone must be ador'd: Holy and reverend is his name.]

To those that fear and trust the Lord, His mercy stands for ever sure: From age to age his promise lives, And the performance is secure.

He spake to Abram and his seed, In thee shall all the earth be blessed;" The memory of that ancient word Lay long in his eternal breast.

But now no more shall Isr'el wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn: Lo, the desire of nations comes; Behold, the promised seed is born!