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.