Why dost Thou stand afar,
O Lord, in our dis­tress?
And why dost Thou con­ceal Thy­self
When troub­lous times op­press?

Do Thou, O Lord, arise;
O God, lift up Thy hand;
Forget Thou not the suf­fer­ing poor,
The hum­ble in the land.

Their foes Thou dost be­hold,
Their wrongs Thou wilt re­pay;
The poor com­mit them­selves to Thee,
Thou art the or­phans’ stay.

Thou, Lord, hast heard their pray­er
When hum­ble hearts drew nigh;
Thou also wilt re­vive their strength
And ev­er hear their cry.

Defend the fa­ther­less,
And all who are op­pressed,
That they by hu­man pride and pow­er
May be no more dis­tressed.