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Magnificat &c. Luce .i.

My soule doeth magnifie the Lorde euery daye and houre:
And my sprite doeth reioyce in God that is my sauiour.
Because he hath loked vpō hys hādmaides lowe degree:
For loe, hense sorth men shal reporte me right happie to be.
For he that is myghtie hath done right noble thynges to me;
And therfore is hys name holy & euer more shalbe.
And his mercie is stretched forth vpon all progenies:
From age to age, on thē that haue hys feare before theyr eies.


By the powre of his myghtie arme, he hath worthyly wrought:
He hath scattered the proude men, in theyr owne secrete thought.
He hath deposed the myghtie out of their royall place:
And promoted them to honour, whose degre was but base.
The hungry he hath fylled wyth, good thynges in greate plentie:
So hath he sent the ryche awaye, wythout and quite emptie.
He hath taken into fauour Israell his seruante:
That he myght be myndfull of hys mercie & couenaunt.
Euen as he hath spoken vnto our fathers heretofore:
That is to saye Habraham and his seede for euermore.