Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord;
rejoice, rejoice with Mary, full of grace,
who by her brave obedience to God's word
conceived the Saviour of our fallen race.
God has put down the proud, the humble raised.
For Mary, the Lord's handmaid, God be praised.
Tell out, my soul, the goodness of the Lord;
rejoice with Mary, mother of God's Son,
who first believed, who first her Son adored
and from the curse of Eve our freedom won.
A woman's body was the Almighty's shrine
and Mary's home made every home divine.
Tell out, my soul, the glory of the Lord;
beneath the cross with Mary stand bereft,
mother of sorrows, pierced as with a sword
as with her grief in darkness she was left.
Behold, our God is reigning from a cross
and Mary seeing through, beyond, her loss.
Tell out, my soul, the triumph of the Lord;
rejoice with Mary, Queen of heaven crowned.
With her, who saw her Son to life restored,
let praise to God, through Christ our King, abound;
and on the Mother let us love outpour:
best and most blest of women, evermore.