God of fields and flowing honey

1.
God of fields and flowing plenty,
God of hedgerow, hill, and shore,
You have spread our tables daily,
Offered gifts we must not hoard.
Yet within our towns and parish,
Some know hunger, some know fear;
Christ who blessed the loaves for many,
Teach us now to draw them near.

2.
By the barley in the meadows,
By the blackbird’s evening call,
By the salmon in the river
Leaping where the waters fall,
May we learn the land’s compassion,
How it gives without demand;
Shape our hearts to match its kindness,
Open wide each home and hand.

3.
Where the gorse glows gold in springtime,
Where the ash and alder stand,
Where the curlew cries at twilight
Over bog and pastureland,
There You whisper ancient wisdom:
“Share the blessings you receive;
Feed the ones who walk beside you,
Lift the ones who scarcely breathe.”

4.
Spirit, flame upon the mountains,
Guide our choices, guard our ways;
Turn our feasting into justice,
Turn our thanks to acts of praise.
Till the island sings with mercy,
Till each table has enough,
Christ of welcome, Christ of plenty,
Fill our hearts with Celtic love.

Hymn Information

First line: God of fields and flowing plenty
Text: Michael McFarland Campbell
Metre: 87 87 D
Tune: Rustington
Theme: Provision, Stewardship, and Justice

Reflection

We receive more than we notice—through land, labour, and the quiet provision of daily life. Yet Holy Week asks what we will do with what we’ve been given. The journey toward the Cross is also a turning outward: to feed, to welcome, to share. What we have received is not ours to hold alone.

Copyright

© Michael McFarland Campbell. 2026. 
Permission granted for local church or parish use with attribution. Not for commercial reproduction.

Written recently and shared here as part of the NeuroDivine hymn collection.