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Sep 30, 2026
Christ In The Psalms
Psalm 67:4–7 — Worldwide Blessings
Psalm 67:4-7
“Let the nations be glad and sing for joy,
for you judge the peoples with equity
and guide the nations upon earth. Selah
Let the peoples praise you, O God;
let all the peoples praise you!
The earth has yielded its increase;
God, our God, shall bless us.
God shall bless us;
let all the ends of the earth fear him!”
“There is—or ought to be—a present-tense gladness in grasping by faith that God is governing his world in goodness and also in anticipation of that final exultation when God’s will is done on earth as it is in heaven and Christ hands over the kingdom to the Father, having destroyed every rebel power (1 Cor. 15:24).” (C. Ash)
Psalm 67:4–7 — worldwide blessings. There are three key words in this section of Psalm 67 — judge, guide and bless. Many portray this Psalm as only an agricultural harvest Psalm at the gathering of wheat and other crops. But it neatly and powerfully also points to Christ and his kingdom gathering at the end of the age. God will “judge” with “equity” or fairness or provide a “level playing field.” God will “guide” like a shepherd tending and providing for his sheep, his flock. God will “bless,” not only his people but the whole world with his presence through the return of Christ. Ash quotes the ancient church father, Jerome, in a thought provoking application —“Jerome shows rich biblical imagination when he connects the harvest yield to the grain of wheat falling into the ground and dying in John 12:24, and thence to Jesus and the harvest that grows from his sacrifice. His suggestion is thought-provoking and profound.”
Song for Today —
“Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin.
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied.
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.
We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall purge away
All that doth offend that day.
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin.
There, forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.”
(Henry Alford, 1844)


