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 power and grace Makes her the mother of his Son.
3 Let every 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 Abr'am and his seed, "In thee shall all the earth be bless'd;" The memory of that ancient word Lay long in his eternal breast.
6 But now no more shall Israel wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn: Lo the desire of nations comes, Behold the promis'd seed is born.