The Magnificat

W.W.J. VanOene, 1966, alt.

  1. My soul does magnify
    The Lord, for He Most High
    Has shown to me His favor.
    I praise Him with my voice;
    My spirit does rejoice
    In Him, my God and Savior.
  2. For He did contemplate
    His handmaid’s low estate.
    Behold, all generations
    Will call me ever blest,
    For, at the Lord’s behest,
    Great is my exaltation.
  3. How holy is His Name!
    Let everyone proclaim
    This Name with veneration.
    His mercy is on them
    That fear and honor Him
    Through every generation.
  4. He showed His mighty arm
    In scatt’ring all those charmed
    By their imagination.
    He humbled mighty men,
    But He has honored them
    That lacked all estimation.
  5. With good things He supplied
    The hungry, and denied
    Them not His gracious blessing.
    The rich did nought receive
    That could their want relieve
    Or even hunger lessen.
  6. His servant Israel,
    As He did oft foretell,
    He graciously delivered -
    Rememb’ring evermore
    What He to Abram swore
    And to his seed forever.