Justice for the Weak and Orphan

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“How long will you judge unjustly;

let the wicked off the hook?”

Hear the Lord address you thusly,

since you wield the statute book.


Justice for the weak and orphan,

rights of low and destitute,

rescue for the frail and needy,

THESE your duties constitute. 


You of privileged race and station

cannot understand their lot,

daily darkness to surround them

trembling meeting ev’ry thought.


You, yourselves, like gods above them,

don’t assume that life’s a cinch.

God will see you die like mortals.

You will fall like any prince. 


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Source: Psalm 82

Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Drake’s Broughton   (Elgar)

Score:  https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/2012/Score/SeeUsLord-DrakesBroughton.pdf

On Finest Wheat (Psalm 81)

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They conquered native people and called themselves “the Ones”.

They thought that I was with them, but what they had were guns.

A few of them were pious and somewhat fewer, good.

The greatest part were liars who did just what they would.


If they could only hearken their nation would be saved.

In sharing out the substance that many of them have.

On finest wheat I’d feed them and honey from the rock.

In pleasant pastures lead them and blessings’ flow unblock.


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Source: Psalm 81

Text:  © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Wie Liebich Ist Der Maien  7676D

Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/2012/Score/SingToTheLord-WieLieblich.pdf

Restore Us, O God (Psalm 80)

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From far off in heaven, O Lord, lend an ear,

You led us before, but we misbehaved.

The angels surround you. It’s not like that here.

Restore us, O God. Shine your face, make us saved. 


How long will your anger respond to our prayers?

Our enemies laugh, and they are depraved.

The news that we get is of failure and scares.

Restore us, O God. Shine your face, make us saved. 


Our ancestors settled in other folks’ space.

We call ourselves free, we name ourselves brave.

We’re deeply divided by genders and race.

Restore us, O God. Shine your face, make us saved. 


We’ve trusted in oceans and agents and walls.  

We crumble within, from what we became. 

The beastliness that we had hidden now calls.

Restore us, O God. Shine your face, make us saved. 


So turn again, look down from heaven and see,

the people you made, the love you displayed. 

We’re no longer brave, and we’re no longer free.

Restore us, O God. Shine your face, make us saved. 


Please gather us back to a place at your side,

Redeem us from weakness and from disgrace. 

We’ll never turn back for in you is our life.

Restore us, O God. Shine your face, make us saved.

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Source:  Psalm 80

Text:  © David Alexander, 2020

Tune:  St. Merryn  

Score:  https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF-2010/DisposerSupreme-StMerryn.pdf

Social Security Lament (Psalm 79)

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We thought what we inherited had need of no revision.

Barbarians now rule the roost and treat it with derision.

“The poor”, they say, “need nothing other than to just keep working.

And that’s how heaven wants it; getting checks is sin and shirking.”

We know that our complacence let this lot become our leaders.

They claim to do God’s will, but they are really bottom feeders.

We let ourselves get satisfied with profits for investors.

So save us, God, from sins that differ naught from our ancestors’. 


The nations where all people thrive have very much to teach us.

We need to open up, allow those messages to reach us.

You’ve heard the cries of people who anticipate privation.

Now act with haste and you’ll be praised in every generation.


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Source: Psalm 79

Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune:  Was Mein Gott Will

Score:  https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF-2010/TheWillOfGod-WasMeinGottWill.pdf

On Troubled Days (Psalm 77)

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On troubled days I think of God. Those nights I find no respite.

My soul refuses comfort and God seems to be a despot.

My eyes don’t close. No words will come; and meditation falters.

The gifts I gave, the prayers I spoke are ashes on the altars.


Will God forever spurn my plea and never show me favor?

Are graciousness and promises withdrawn? Where is my savior?

It seems to me that angrily God’s shut off all compassion;

that steadfast love and faithfulness will not be seeing action.


Instead, I’ll think long ago when, God, you still worked wonders. 

You showed yourself as mighty, saving me and mine from blunders.

When lightning flashed and waters fled, your people were victorious.

Why can’t it once again be so? Why, God, are you not for us?


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Source: Psalm 77    

Text:   © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Was Mein Gott Will

Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF-2010/TheWillOfGod-WasMeinGottWill.pdf

Folks Around Here Know You, God

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Folks around here know you, God. Your address is on file.

On the grounds around your place you don’t allow what’s vile. 


You inspire more awe than mountains. Strong men lose their breath.

Faced with you both horse and rider fall, as if in death.


Don’t be angry, we can’t take it. Judge, then let us be.

When oppressed are saved we know your awesomeness indeed!


Kings and princes learn that anger serves them not a bit.

Royal rank and social class are worth as much as spit. 


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Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Geneva (Lowden)

Score:  https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/GodWhoTouchest-Geneva.pdf

Not Now…Later (Psalm 74)

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O God, why have you cast us off for ever?

Why does your anger smoke against your sheep?

For generations we have been your people.

Promises made were meant for you to keep.


Near to this holy place we felt protected,

but now an enemy has hacked it down.

We feel betrayed and live as if rejected. 

Not just our temple, they took every town. 


There is no vision, neither any prophet.

No flag to fly, to rally us to fight.

Your reputation, God, is in the balance.

Stretch out your arm, and save us by your might. 


You broke the heads of dragons in the waters;

opened up springs, made flowing rivers dry.

Yours are the kingdom, power and the glory.

Now you don’t act, and we’d like to know why.


Impious people scoff at your inaction,

and we, your righteous children, suffer shame.

When you deliver us from this affliction,

then will the poor and needy praise your name.


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Source:   Psalm 74

Text:  © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Strength and Stay

Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/OLordOfEvery-StrengthAndStay.pdf

I Needed a Reminder

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I know that God is on good’s side, but I had nearly tripped, 

when I beheld the wicked folks of wealth and bodies ripped.

They know no pain and do not strain to pay the monthly rent. 

They’re proud and loud, contemptuous, malicious as they vent. 


Since they get praised in many ways and faultless seem to be, 

they think that God is deaf or bored and they’ll get off scot free. 

I thought it was in vain that I had kept my own heart clean, 

for ev’ry day I have been plagued, and ev’ry morning’s mean.


My gaze had strayed upon their ways when I remembered this, 

God’s people, my community, are where I’ll find my bliss. 

Within the circle of these friends, at worship and at play, 

I find the purpose of my life and peace amid the fray.


Celebrity, prosperity, are slopes where many slip. 

They fall to ruin in a trice with nothing there to grip. 

Like dreams and nightmares that disturb the sanctity of rest,

The wages of vulgarity we certainly detest.


I wasted time in bitterness, in ignorance and doubt. 

God didn’t harshly treat me or intend to throw me out. 

At my right side to lead and guide with counsel wise and true, 

eventually heaven. Who have I up there but you?


There’s not a thing on earth that I desire more than You.

My flesh will fail, my heart will stop, but this, I know, is true.

A death awaits each person, there is nothing I can do, 

but make the Lord my refuge for it’s God who’ll see me through. 


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Source:  Psalm 73

Text:  © David Alexander, 2020

Tune:  Kingsfold

Score:  https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/2013/Score/IHeardTheVoiceOfJesus-Kingsfold.pdf

On My Legs

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One day God will judge us all;

steady what is soon to fall.

Tell the haughty, “do not boas

Tell the wicked, “you’ll get yours.”


Thank you God, for being very near.

Thank you God, for making judgment clear.

You’ve done wonders, You’ve done wonders.

Trusting you we’ve not a thing to fear.


In God’s hand there is a cup

filled with bitter wine mixed up. 

When the wicked drink its dregs,

I’ll rejoice on steady legs.


Thank you God, for being very near.

Thank you God, for making judgment clear.

You’ve done wonders, You’ve done wonders.

Trusting you we’ve not a thing to fear.


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Source:   Psalm 75

Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune: Infant Praise

Score:  https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/ChildrenOfJerusalem.pdf

Teach Us Justice, Lord

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Teach us justice, Lord, so we might righteously

Care for ev’ryone who copes with poverty.

May the mountains’ treasures bring prosperity

Filling needs and flushing out all cruelty.


May the ways we come to live outlast the sun.

May they nourish so we flourish ‘til we’re done.

Peace abound beyond the moon that shines at night.

May we live in harmony beneath your sight.


May there be no limit to your kingdom’s reach;

no one who opposes love of life to each.

May the wealth of nations be shared out to all,

and the pow’r of evil under justice fall.


May we become known as caring for the weak:

taking pity on the needy and the meek;

from oppressive vi-o-lence redeeming lives;  

holding people’s selves as precious in our sight.


For as long as, Lord, you grant prosperity

May we ever meet your graces thankfully.

And may cities, countrysides and coasts as well,

blessing share with others as your love we tell.   


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Source: Psalm 72

Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune:  Caernarfon

Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/2013/Score/OLordOfTheSpring-Caernarfon.pdf