1. Why, Lord, do You stand so far away? Why hide when the wicked hunt the weak? They boast, they trap, they crush their prey— The greedy snare the souls they seek. 2. Their mouths are graves of polished lies, "There is no God—no judge, no law." Their houses safe, their fortunes rise— While orphans gasp beneath their claw. 3. Arise, O Lord! Shatter their teeth, Let their own plots ensnare their tread. You see the pain, You hear the grief— The helpless trust in You instead. 4. You will defend the fatherless, You bend to lift the beggar’s hand. No more shall terror cloak and press— The nations melt at Your command.
