My Soul And Spirit Filled With Joy Tate

My Soul and Spirit fill’d with Joy,
my God and Saviour praise;
Whose goodness did from poor Estate
his humble Hand-maid raise.
Me blest of God, the God of Pow’r,
all Ages shall confess,
Whose Name is holy, and whose Love
his Saints shall ever bless.

The proud, and all their vain Designs,
He quickly did confound:
He cast the mighty from their Seat,
the meek and humble crown’d.
The hungry with good Things are fill’d,
the rich with Hunger pin’d:
He sent his Servant Isr’el help,
and call’d his Love to mind;

Which to our Fathers heretofore,
by Oath He did ensure;
To Abr’am and his chosen Seed,
for ever to endure;