Canticle Nine (Magnificat)

My soul hath magnified the Lord
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour
More honourable than the Cherubim
And more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim
Who without corruption gave us but to God the Word
True Theotokos we magnify thee

For he hath looked upon the lowliness of his handmaiden
For behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed

More honourable than the Cherubim
And more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim
Who without corruption gave us but to God the Word
True Theotokos we magnify thee

For the mighty one hath done great things to me
And holy is His name
And his mercy is on them that fear Him
Unto generation and generation

More honourable than the Cherubim
And more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim
Who without corruption gave us but to God the Word
True Theotokos we magnify thee

He has shown strength of his arm
He has scattered the proud
In the imagination of their heart

More honourable than the Cherubim
And more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim
Who without corruption gave us but to God the Word
True Theotokos we magnify thee

He hath put down the mighty from their seat
And exalted them of low decree
He hath filled the hungry with good things
And the rich he has sent empty away

More honourable than the Cherubim
And more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim
Who without corruption gave us but to God the Word
True Theotokos we magnify thee

He hath helped his servant Israel
In remembrance of his mercy
As he spake to our fathers
To Abraham and his seed forever

More honourable than the Cherubim
And more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim
Who without corruption gave us but to God the Word
True Theotokos we magnify thee