God of the fertile fields, Lord of the earth that yields our daily bread; forth from thy bounteous hand come gifts thy love has planned, that all in every land be clothed and fed. We would thy stewards be, holding in trust from thee all thou dost give; help us in love to share, teach us like you to care, that earth may all be fair; your children live. As grows the hidden seed to fruit that serves our need, thy kingdom grows. So let our toil be used, no gift of thine abused, no humble task refused thy love bestows. God of the countryside, dear to our Lord, who died to make us one; we pledge our lives to thee to serve thee faithfully till in eternity our day is done.