Then Mary magnifies the Lord
Her spirit burning like a flame
And all the angels shield their eyes
In admiration.
"My soul doth magnify the Lord
My spirit rejoices in God my Savior."
Her singing wakes the dreaming dead
And for a moment they behold her:
A soul complete offered up,
A consummation.
"He throws down the might from their seats
The poor and the weak he has exalted."
In this dark world all songs must end
The flame becomes a girl again.
But in her heart she treasures up
Our salvation.
(jig)