O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.
3 For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
4 In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also.
5 The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker.
7 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice,
8 Harden not your heart, as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness:
9 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work.
10 Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:
11 Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest.
The Future: I cannot read the 95th Psalm without thinking of the scene in Revelation 7 of the multitude from throughout the Earth “crying out together in a loud voice” their praises to God and falling on their faces before Him. For me, it’s a vivid image that I long to experience in person.
The Past: While sitting at night with my small child on a Mexican beach, hiding out from a dangerous person and wondering what to do next, God reached down and gave me a “road to Emmaus” experience that turned my life completely around. It was the start of my journey with God, and I (an introvert) spontaneously broke out singing “How Great Thou Art,” attracting strange looks from couples playing in the waves and a passing policeman.
The Present: This is my favorite Psalm. Yes, it’s comforting to read that we can take refuge in God our rock, and that he will handle our oppressors, but singing out our praises and gratefulness God can lift our minds above ourselves and our trials as nothing else can. I’ll tell you a secret: sometimes I put on headphones and sing along with praise songs loudly into my pillow.
Cathy Robertson Kabanuk
Social Worker, Teacher
Northern California USA