My soul doth glory
in your love, O Lord
My soul doth glory
in your love, O Lord
For you gazed
on your servant with compassion
And you reached out
and took me by the hand.
Great are you, God,
and holy is your name
Your mercy reaches
to the end of time
Ah, the lowly you raise
to the heavens
And the proud hearted
have no part with you.
Ah, how you fill the hungry
with your love
With empty hands
the rich are sent away
You will always be mindful
of your mercy
As you promised
your people long ago.
My soul doth glory
in your love, O Lord
My soul doth glory
in your love, O Lord
For you smiled on your servant
with compassion
And you reached out
and took me by the hand.