My Soul Doth Magnify The Lord My Spir Gr

My soul doth magnify the LORD;
My spirit greatly doth rejoice
In GOD my saviour; whom I praise
With joyful and exulting voice.
For greatly He regarded hath
His handmaid in her low estate:
And hence all ages of the world
Shall me as blessed celebrate.

Th’ Almighty wondrous things hath done,
To me: and holy is his name:
To them who fear him mercies flow;
From race to race they ever stream.
He with his arm hath shewed strength;
The great and proud hath scattered
In the devices of their hearts
They vainly had imagined.

Down from their seats of dignity
The high and mighty put hat He;
And has exalted those on high
Who were before of low degree.
The hungry hath with good things fill’d,
The rich has empty sent away;
His servant Isr’el greatly help’d,
His mercy minds, and will display.

As what He to our fathers spake,
So wondrously perform doth He
To Abraham and to his race,
And will ev’n to eternity.