Lay Cistercians of Gethsemani Abbey

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Song of Mary I

My soul boasts big on the Lord,
and my spirit thrills over God my savior
for he’s seen the oppression of his slave girl.
Look, blest now I’ll be before all ages
For He’s done me big, the Mighty One, holy his name,
and his mercy is from age to age
on those still fearing him.

He’s dealt forcefully with his arm,
laid waste the hearts that think with arrogance.

He’s pulled down the mighty from their thrones,
and lifted the downtrodden.
The famished he filled with what’s good,
the affluent sent off empty.

He helped Israel his boy, mindful of mercy
just as he said to our fathers,
Abraham and his offspring always.

Song of Mary II

My soul brags big on the Lord
my spirit’s exhilarated in God my Savior,
for He’s seen the indigence of his slave girl.
Look! Blest is she, they’ll say now, through all times.

He’s worked prodigies for me, The Mighty One
Holy His name.

His mercy is from generation to generation
on those who regard him.

He’s wrought strength in his arm
wasted the arrogant, mind and heart.

He’s brought down the mighty from their throne,
and raised up the downtrodden.

The famished he filled with fine things,
the affluent sent off empty.

He helped Israel his boy, mindful of mercy,
as told to our fathers,
Abraham and his offspring forever.

Song of Mary III

Greatly my soul boasts on the Lord,
thrills over God my savior;
for he’s looked upon the poverty of his slave girl.

Yes, all yet to come will bless me now,
for he’s done marvels for me, the Almighty
and his name is holy.

From generation to generation his mercy is
on those in awe of him.

He’s rendered strength with his arm,
shattering hearts conceited with pride.

He’s brought down the powerful from their thrones
and lifted the lowly.

The starving he’s filled with sustenance,
the hoarders sent out hollow,
taking up Israel his boy,

mindful of his mercy,
as he told our father, Abraham
and his seed until forever.

Song of Mary IV

My soul expands in the Lord,
my spirit exhilarates in God my savior.

He regarded the deprivation of his servant.
Ah see, now all to be born
will tell how I’m blessed.

For great is his deed for me,
the Powerful ~ holy his name.

And his compassion is unto
generation after generation
holding him in fear.

He has worked power by his arm,
made shambles of the arrogant
in the conscience of their heart.

He led down the strong from their throne,
and brought up the deprived.
He’s satisfied the starving with sustenance,
the well off he let go at a loss.

He laid claim on Israel his child,
remembering his tenderness,
as he said to our fathers,
to Abraham and his descendant forever.

Song of Mary V

My soul makes much of the Lord,
my spirit revels in God my savior,

for he has seen the wretchedness of his slave.
But see, all generations now
will call me gifted.

The Almighty worked magnificence for me,
holy is his name.

His kindness through time is from kin to kin
on those in awe of him.

He dealt forcefully with his arm,
routing out hearts smug in their thoughts.

He’s put down the strong from their thrones,
and upheld the wretched.

He filled up the starving with good things,
holders of fortune he dismissed ~ empty.

He holds on tight to Israel his servant,
recalling his kindness,
as told to our fathers, to Abraham
and his descents forever.

Song of Mary VI

My soul swells with praise on the Lord,
my spirit delights in God my savior,

because he’s seen the stringent poverty of his slave girl,
from now on, yes, all times will say I’ve abounded.

For he has done great by me, the Powerful One,
and holy is his name.

And his mercy is from descendants to descendants,
those reverently mindful of him.

He’s done striking things by his arm,
breaking the double-minded hearts of the proud.

He put down the powerful from their throne,
and raised the distressed.

The starving he replenished with bounty,
and the bountiful sent out to emptiness.

He’s taken charge of Israel his slave boy,
mindful of his mercy, promised
to our fathers, to Abraham
and his lineage forever.

Song of Mary VII

My soul enlarges upon the Lord
and my breath exhilarates in God my savior,

because he’s taken a look
at the sorry state of his slave woman;

form here on out, see,
every age will call me.
One Made Happy.

For the Almighty has done much for me,
and his name is holiness.

And his pity is unto peoples after people,
unto those who revere him.

He’s used his arm with power,
put the proud in disarray with their self-opinion.

He’s upset the strong from their thrones
and helped up the weak.

Those pining away he made plentiful with good,
those with surplus sent away needy,

He’s taken on care for Israel his boy,
pondering pity, as promised
to our fathers, for Abram
and his fruit forever.