1. My soul, O God, must sing Thy praise;
   Savior, in Thee do I rejoice,
   That Thou hast worldly pomp not prized
   Nor me, Thy lowly maid, despised.

2. My low estate Thou didst regard.
   From henceforth shall I be declared
   And praised as blest by everyone;
   Great things Thou unto me hast done.

3. Yea, Thou art mighty, dearest Lord,
   Thy might shall falter nevermore,
   Thy name is worthy of all praise:
   All glory then to Thee we raise.

4. Thy mercy unto him is shown
   Who from the heart fears Thee alone;
   Yea, Thou dost help the poor always
   When grievous dangers he must face.

5. How perisheth the pride of man!
   Before Thine arm can nothing stand;
   They who on their own pomp depend,
   Thou soon dost bring them to an end.

6. Man’s counsels dost Thou bring to naught—
   E’en so, Lord, art Thy wonders wrought;
   Whate’er against Thee they devise,
   All shall but fail before their eyes.

7. He who is meek, nor high esteemed,
   On Him Thy countenance hath beamed:
   He is made like unto a prince,
   The rich made poor, the poor made rich.

8. So in our day, Lord, workest Thou;
   Thy mercy Thou remembrest now:
   Israel shall rise, by Thee renewed,
   For ’tis Thy chosen multitude.

9. This we have not deserved of Thee,
   Thou dealest with us graciously;
   Unto our fathers came Thy Word,
   Thou shalt bring forth what they have heard.

10. Yea, Abraham, Thy blessed heir,
    An oath unto him Thou didst swear,
    Thy heav’nly kingdom to give o’er
    And to His Seed forevermore.

11. Glory both now and e’er shall be
    Unto the Holy Trinity,
    God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
    His grace toward us our daily boast.

12. His grace upon us sinners dwell,
    To keep us from the pangs of hell,
    And, after all this world’s distress,
    To grant eternal blessedness.

Mein Seel, o Gott, muß loben dich
Hermann Bonnus, 1547
Tr. Christopher J. Neuendorf, 2020