English poem
The MAGNIFICAT
by John Wesley (1703–1791)
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.