Magnificat (Luk. 1.46)

THat magnifi'de the LORD may be,
My Soule now vndertakes;
And in the God that saueth me,
My Spirit merry-makes.
For, he vouchsafed hath to view
His Handmaides poore degree.
And loe, All Ages that ensue,
Shall blessed reckon me.

Great things for me Th'Almightie does,
And holy is his Name:
From Age to Age he mercy showes
On such as feare the same.
He, by his Arme declar'd his might:
And this to passe hath brought,
That now the Proud are put to flight,
By what their hearts haue thought.

The Mighty plucking from their Seat;
The Poore he placed there:
And for the hungrie takes the meate
From such, as wealthy are.
But, minding Mercy, he hath show'd
His seruant Isr'el grace:
As he to our Forefathers vow'd;
To Abraham, and his Race.