My troubled soul shall magnify the Lord
Whose glory proves through my humiliation.
May it be unto me according to his word
For the promised hope of this, my own nation.
The Master works through my humbled estate
As the fitting tool to smooth my splintered grain.
He gives and takes away and by his great
Craft turns my lonesome loss for Israel’s gain.
I have been adopted to adopt this son,
To deliver this boy who shall deliver me.
Thankful and fearful, I am to hold the One
Who, God with us, together holds all things.
Though I lamented what I thought was mine
I am best lowered to raise up what is Thine.