1 My Soul and Spirit fill'd with Joy,
my God and Saviour praise;
Whose goodness did from poor Estate
his humble Hand-maid raise.
2 Me blest of God, the God of Pow'r,
all Ages shall confess,
Whose Name is holy, and whose Love
his Saints shall ever bless.
3 The proud, and all their vain Designs,
He quickly did confound:
He cast the mighty from their Seat,
the meek and humble crown'd.
4 The hungry with good Things are fill'd,
the rich with Hunger pin'd:
He sent his Servant Isr'el help,
and call'd his Love to mind;
5 Which to our Fathers heretofore,
by Oath He did ensure;
To Abr'am and his chosen Seed,
for ever to endure;
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