The song of the blessed virgine Marie, the mother of our Sauiour Christ, which she made at the time that she felt hir selfe concei∣ued of our Sauiour Iesus in hir wombe.
Luke. 1, 46.
MY soule magnifieth the Lord: and my spirit reioiceth in God my Sauiour.
For he hath looked on the poore degree and lowlinesse of his handmaiden and seruant: Page 49 for behold from hencefoorth, now shall all generations call me blessed.
Bicause he that is mightie hath done for me great things: and holie is his name.
And his mercie is on them that feare him, from ge∣neration to generation.
He hath shewed strength with his arme: he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their harts.
He hath put downe the mightie from their seates, and exalted them of lowe degree.
He hath filled the hungrie with good things: and sent awaie the rich emptie.
He hath vpholden and helped his seruant Israel, being mindfull of his mercie.
Euen as he spake to our fathers Abraham, and to his seede for euer.