1 My soul doth magnify the Lord,
My spirit doth rejoice
In God, my Saviour, and my God;
I hear his joyful voice.

2 I need not go abroad for joy,
Who have a feast at home;
My sighs are turn'd into songs,--
The Comforter is come.

3 Down from above, the blessed Dove
Is come into my breast,
To witness God's eternal love;
This is my heav'nly feast.

4 There is a stream that issues forth
From God's eternal throne,
And from the Lamb, a living stream,
Clear as the crystal stone.

5 That stream doth water paradise;
It makes the angels sing:
One cordial drop revives my heart;
Hence all my joys do spring.