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