Help us, Lord,
for no one stays loyal,
the faithful have vanished.
People lie to each other,
no one speaks from the heart.
May the Lord silence
the smooth tongue
and boasting lips that say:
"Our words will triumph!
With weapons like these
who can master us?"
Then the Lord speaks out:
"I will act now,
for the poor are broken
and the needy groan.
When they call out,
I will protect them."
The Lord's word is pure,
like silver from the furnace,
seven times refined.
Lord, keep your promise,
always protect your own.
Guard them from this age
when wickedness abounds
and evil is prized above all.
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