MY SOUL SINGS THE GLORY OF GOD

My soul sings the glory of God,

My spirit finds joy in the Lord, my Saviour.

So tenderly he looks upon his humble maid,

Henceforth will generations call me blest.

The Lord, the mighty one, whose name is holy,

So wonderfully has he dealt with me.

To those who fear him, his mercy is sure,

His mercy which endures from age to age.

The deeds his arm has done,

disclose his mighty power;

The arrogant of heart he puts to rout.

He tore imperial powers,

brought kings down from their thrones,

The humble he has lifted high.

The starving he has filled with good things from above,

And empty-handed sent away the rich.

His servant Israel he helped with faithful care,

Remembering his holy covenant.

The mercy which of old he showed to our race,

To Abraham and his posterity.

To God, the mighty One, give praise for ever more,

The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit blest.