O praise, my soul, the Lord
O glorify his name,
In him my spirit thrills with joy,
My Saviour and my God.

From heav'n he gazed on me,
His lowly servant-maid,
Behold, all ages yet to come
Shall call me blest of God!

The Lord with wondrous pow'r
Has done great things for me,
For ever blessed be his name,
Who is the Holy One!

His mercy he reveals
To those who fear his name,
From age to age his steadfast love
Shall endlessly endure!

His arm is strong to save,
He scatters all the proud;
He casts the mighty from their thrones,
He raises up the meek.

He fills the hungry poor
With blessings from above,
The rich he strips of wealth and pow'r,
And empty sends away.

His mighty hand has grasped
The hand of lsrael,
His servant-son, beloved of him
With never-failing love!

Now is his promise kept,
Once made to Abraham
That in his seed should man be blest
For all eternity!

O Father, fount of joy,
Your glory I adore.
O loving Spirit, praise be yours,
Who gave me God, my Son!