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Psalm 68: The God Who Rides the Heavens and Tends the Orphan
"Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered." So begins the most thunderous processional in the Psalter — a psalm that marches, shakes the earth, drops the heavens, and scatters kings like snowflakes on Mount Salmon. And yet, tucked into the opening verses, almost between the lines of this cosmic war anthem, is a portrait of God so tender it nearly stops you: "A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation. God setteth the solitary in families." The same God whose chariots number twenty thousand, who rides upon the heavens of heavens and sends out His voice in thunder — this God notices the lonely person and places them in a home. That is the paradox at the heart of this psalm, and perhaps at the heart of all theology worth having: the more powerful the God, the more astonishing His gentleness. He who leads captivity captive also receives gifts for the rebellious, "that the Lord God might dwell among them." He does not scatter His enemies in order to be left alone in His glory. He scatters them so that He might dwell — with us.
00:00 Let God Arise
01:00 A Father of the Fatherless
02:00 The Hill God Chose
03:00 The God of Salvation
04:00 Sing Unto God, Ye Kingdoms

Psalm 67: The Blessing That Cannot Be Kept
This is one of the shortest psalms and one of the most astonishing in its reach. It begins with what sounds like a private prayer — "God be merciful unto us, and bless us; and cause his face to shine upon us" — the ancient Aaronic blessing, warm and familiar. But then comes the reason, and it changes everything: "That thy way may be known upon earth, thy saving health among all nations." The blessing is not an end in itself. It is a lamp, and a lamp is not lit to admire the flame but to illuminate the room. Israel is blessed so that the nations might see, and seeing, sing. The refrain — "Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee" — beats at the center of the psalm like a heart. And when the praise is finally universal, the earth itself responds: "Then shall the earth yield her increase." As if the soil had been waiting, all along, for the world to get the music right.
00:00 Cause His Face to Shine Upon Us
01:00 All the Ends of the Earth

Psalm 66: Through Fire to a Wealthy Place
Here is a psalm that begins as wide as the world — "Make a joyful noise unto God, all ye lands" — and ends as intimate as a whispered prayer. The psalmist summons every nation to witness what God has done, and what has He done? He turned the sea to dry land, yes, but that is not the heart of it. The heart of it is this: "Thou hast tried us, as silver is tried." God brought His people into the net. He laid affliction upon their loins. He caused men to ride over their heads. They went through fire and through water. And then — the turn that makes the whole psalm sing — "but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place." The testing was not the destination; it was the road. Every furnace had an exit, and every flood had a far shore. And now the psalmist, standing in that wealthy place at last, does the only thing that makes sense: he opens his mouth and declares what God has done for his soul. Not for the world in general, but for his soul in particular. The cosmic praise has become personal testimony.
00:00 Make a Joyful Noise, All Ye Lands
01:00 Tried as Silver Is Tried
02:00 What He Hath Done for My Soul

Psalm 65: The Year Crowned with Goodness
This is a psalm so lush you can almost smell the rain in it. David begins where all right thinking must begin — with praise waiting in silence for God, with prayer answered, with transgression purged — but then the psalm opens outward like a door flung wide onto a landscape. God sets fast the mountains. He stills the seas. He waters the earth until the ridges run and the furrows soften and the grain rises. "Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness." Every trail God walks becomes abundant. The little hills — not the great peaks but the modest, overlooked ones — rejoice on every side. The pastures clothe themselves in flocks, the valleys wrap themselves in corn, and then the final image: "they shout for joy, they also sing." Who shouts? The valleys. The hills. The fields themselves. Creation is not merely scenery for human drama; it is a choir, and it has been singing all along. We are simply invited to notice.
00:00 Praise Waiteth for Thee in Sion
01:00 The Confidence of All the Earth
02:00 The Year Crowned with Goodness

Psalm 64: The Arrows That Return
The wicked in this psalm are expert marksmen. They whet their tongues like swords, bend their bows to shoot bitter words, aim at the innocent from hidden places, and congratulate themselves on their cleverness: "Who shall see them?" It is a portrait of calculated cruelty — not hot-blooded rage but cold, methodical destruction carried out in secret. And David's prayer is not that God would build a better shield but that God would use the enemy's own weapon against them. "God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded." The symmetry is devastating: they shoot in secret, God shoots suddenly. They thought themselves invisible; they are exposed. Their own tongue falls upon themselves. There is a moral architecture to the universe, this psalm insists — the arrow you aim in darkness has a way of finding its way back. And the righteous, who had no arrows of their own, shall be glad in the Lord.
00:00 The Secret Counsel of the Wicked
01:00 God Shall Shoot at Them with an Arrow