Magnificat Poem by Wild Bill Balding

My soul sings in witness
to God's supreme greatness:
my spirit is glad in my Saviour and Lord,
whose love is so fervent
to this lowly servant
that all generations will call me adored.
For God in his glory
has done great things for me:
his name is kept holy, yet shout it abroad!
To all those who fear him
and turn to revere him
his love and compassion are endlessly poured.

God's arm acts in splendour,
his people's defender:
the proud and conceited have scattered and fled.
He throws from the palace
oppression and malice
and lifts up the lowly to glory instead.
All those who had plenty
are turned away empty:
the hungry are welcomed and filled with good bread.
The God of our nation
has brought his salvation
to Abraham's children just as it was said.

Tune: THE ASH GROVE (Trad.)
or HAYTOR VALE (Jack Dobbs)