The MAGNIFICAT. Rev. Charles Wesley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T31323 K034809.000 Wesley, John, 1703-1791. Wesley, Charles, 1707-1788. Hymns and sacred poems: Published by John Wesley, ... and Charles Wesley, ... London printed by William Strahan; and sold by James Hutton; and at Mr. Bray's 1739 pp. 134-135. x,[6],223,[1]p.; 12⁰.

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The MAGNIFICAT . I. 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 . II . 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 . III . 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 ! IV . 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 . V. 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 . VI . 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 . VII . 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 .