You defend the weak and the fatherless
You maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed
You rescue the weak and the needy, oh Lord
In Your shadow they find perfect rest
You deliver Your own from the hand of the wicked
And Lord, You give them the power to rise
When the evil one seeks to trample them down
You are quick to knock him down to size
You raise the poor from the dust of the ground
The needy You take from the ash and lift high
The barren womb You make fertile for those
Who call on You for You hear their cry
I give You praise for the works of Your hand
I lift up Your Name for You understand
Our joys and our sorrows for You know each heart
Yet in mercy and love You’ve set us apart
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