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Psa 68:1...A Song. God shall arise, his enemies shall be scattered; and those who hate him shall flee before him!
Psa 68:2 As smoke is driven away, so you shall drive them away; as wax melts before fire, so the wicked shall perish before God!
Psa 68:3 But the righteous shall be glad; they shall exult before God; they shall be jubilant with joy!
Psa 68:4 Sing to God, sing praises to his name; lift up a song to him who rides through the deserts; his name is the LORD; exult before him!
Psa 68:5 Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.
Oh Heavenly Father,
Thank you for a new day.
Help us to see your hand today at work.
You are Merciful and Kind.
Your Word will perform what it has been sent to do.
Help us to walk by faith and not by sight.
Arise Oh Lord to your rightful Throne.
Be Enthroned on the praises of your people.
Bless those who cry to you.
Defend those who are without aid.
Rescue those who have lost their footing.
Cleanse and comfort and feed us with that hidden Manna.
In Jesus' Name I ask these things.
Let God arise in all His might,
And put the troops of hell to flight,
As smoke that sought to cloud the skies
Before the rising tempest flies.
He comes arrayed in burning flames,
Justice and Vengeance are His names;
Behold His fainting foes expire,
Like melting wax before the fire.
He rides and thunders through the sky,
His Name, Jehovah, sounds on high;
Sing to His Name, ye sons of grace;
Ye saints, rejoice before His face.
The widow and the fatherless
Fly to His aid in sharp distress;
In Him the poor and helpless find
A Judge that’s just, a Father kind.
He breaks the captive’s heavy chain,
And prisoners see the light again;
But rebels that dispute His will
Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.
Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous names and powers rehearse;
His honors shall enrich your verse.
He shakes the heav’ns with loud alarms;
How terrible is God in arms!
In Israel are His mercies known,
Israel is His peculiar throne.
Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest;
He’s your Defense, your Joy, your Rest:
When terrors rise and nations faint,
God is the Strength of every saint.
--Isaac Watts