The Magnificat 1 My soul extols the mighty Lord, In God the Saviour joys my heart: Thou hast not my low state abhorr'd; Now know I, thou my Saviour art. 2 Sorrow and sighs are fled away, Peace now I feel, and joy and rest: Renew'd I hail the festal day, Henceforth by endless ages blest. 3 Great are the things which thou has done, How holy is thy name, O Lord! How wondrous is thy mercy shewn To all that tremble at thy word! 4 Thy conqu'ring arm with terror crown'd Appear'd the humble to sustain: And all the sons of pride have found Their boasted wisdom void and vain. 5 The mighty from their native sky, Cast down thou hast in darkness bound: And rais'd the worms of earth on high With majesty and glory crown'd. 45Cf. Luke 1:46-55. 6 The rich have pin'd amidst their store, Nor e'er the way of peace have trod; Mean while the hungry souls thy pow'r Fill'd with the fulness of their God. 7 Come, Saviour, come, of old decreed! Faithful and true be thou confest: By all earth's tribes in Abraham's seed Henceforth thro' endless ages blest.