1 My Soul doth magnify the Lord,
My Spirit doth Rejoice
In God my Saviour and my God;
I hear his joyful Voice.
2 I need not go abroad for Joys,
I have a Feast at Home;
My Sighs are turned into Songs,
The Comforter is come.
3 Down from above, the blessed Dove
Is come into my Breast,
To Witness God's eternal Love;
This is my Heav'nly Feast.
4 This makes me Abba Father cry,
With Confidence of Soul;
It makes me cry, My Lord, my God,
And that without Controul.
5 There is a Stream which issues forth
From god's eternal Throne,
And from the Lamb, a living Stream,
Clear as the Crystal Stone:
6 The Stream doth Water Paradise,
It makes the Angels sing:
One Cordial Drop revives my Heart,
Hence all my Joys do spring.
7 Such Joys as are unspeakable,
And full of Glory too;
Such hidden Manna, hidden Pearls,
As Worldlings do not know.
8 Eye hath not seen, nor Ear hath heard,
From Fancy 'tis conceal'd,
What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine,
And hast to me reveal'd.
9 I see thy Face, I hear thy Voice,
I taste thy sweetest Love;
My Soul doth leap, but Oh for Wings;
The Wings of Noah's Dove.
10 Then would I flee, far hence away,
Leaving this World of Sin;
Then Would my Lord put forth his Hand,
And kindly take me in.
11 Then would my Soul with Angels Feast,
On Joys which always last;
Blest be my God, the God of Joy,
Who gives me here a Taste.
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First Line: | My Soul doth magnify the Lord |
Title: | A Song of Praise for the Holy Ghost |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Spiritual Poverty |