1 Our souls shall magnify the Lord;
In God the Saviour we rejoice:
While we repeat the virgin's song,
May the same Spirit tune our voice!
2 [The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done:
His overshadowing pow'r and grace
Makes her the mother of his Son.
3 Let ev'ry nation call her bless'd,
And endless years prolong her fame;
But God alone must be ador'd:
Holy and reverend is his name.]
4 To those that fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands for ever sure:
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.
5 He spake to Abra'm and his seed;
"In thee shall all the earth be bless'd;"
The mem'ry of that ancient word
Lay long in his eternal breast.
6 But now no more shall Isr'el wait,
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn:
Lo, the desire of nations comes,
Behold, the promis'd seed is born!
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First Line: | Our souls shall magnify the Lord |
Title: | The Virgin Mary's song; or, the promised Messiah born |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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