Our souls shall magnify the Lord,

In God the Savior we rejoice:

While we repeat the Virgin's song,

May the same Spirit tune our voice!

[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.

Let ev'ry nation call her blest,

And endless years prolong her fame;

But God alone must be ador'd:

Holy and reverend is his name.]

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.

He spake to Abram and his seed,

In thee shall all the earth be blessed;"

The memory of that ancient word

Lay long in his eternal breast.

But now no more shall Isr'el wait,

No more the Gentiles lie forlorn:

Lo, the desire of nations comes;

Behold, the promised seed is born!