Tenor solo
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This my soul extols with praise
God's dear grace and generous kindness.
And my soul,
Heart and mind and all my spirit
Are in this my God well pleased,
Who my health and helper is.

When I behold myself and how I live,
Then must my mouth with words like these be opened:
God, God! What hast thou then for me here done!
Not e'en with tongues in thousands
Could ever one declare it,
How good thou art, how faithful is thy word,
How rich thy charity.
So be to thee praise, laud, and honor sung then.

God sitteth high above us
observing all in low estate.
'Tis true that to the world
I but low and poor do seem,
Yet I am highly treasured
Since God forgets me not.

Behold, what might wonders
I meet in every place and clime,
That God for me hath done;
So I to him my heart an offering render;
His is the deed whose might
Can heaven itself encompass,
The glory of whose name the Seraphim are humbly every mindful.
He gave me life and body,
He gave me too the right to be redeemed,
And--what me here and there doth please--,
With love alone he gave it.

All thy kindness, all thy mercy
Lasteth, God, as long as time.
Thou dost show thy graciousness
To thy poor devoted creatures.

Isaiah 11: 1-5

Luke 1: 39-56