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A hymn and reflection for Proper 9, Sunday 5 July 2026.

1.
Through Ireland’s mists and hidden paths,
Your guiding whispers fall;
You lead us as You led of old,
And gently summon all.
You show us wells where dusk grows deep,
And stones where saints once prayed;
Draw us, O Lord of covenant grace,
Where Christ’s light will not fade.

2.
O King whose splendour stirs the dawn
On mountain, shore, and glen,
Whose mercy glows like Brigid’s fire
To warm the hearts of men—
Your altar calls creation near,
Your radiance bids us rise;
In bread and wine Your beauty moves
Like light through ancient skies.

3.
Our wills are tangled, thorned with doubt,
Our strength is brief as breath;
Yet grace flows down like silver rain
On fields grown dry with death.
At Your own altar, Christ our hope,
You meet us in the feast;
You free the soul that longs for You,
And lift the faint and least.

4.
Your yoke is light as currachs drift
On waters hushed and wide;
Teach us the wisdom of the meek,
And walk close at our side.
In You we find our resting-place,
Our harbour from the storm;
Your gentle heart receives our tears
And keeps our spirits warm.

5.
As Patrick walked through wind and flame,
As Brigid shaped the light,
As Columba crossed the veiled sea-paths
To bless the northern night—
So send us from Your altar, Lord,
With courage, fire, and peace,
Proclaiming Christ anew to all
Till every fear shall cease.

Finding a Harbour in the Storm: A Reflection on Rest and Grace

We live in a culture that treats busyness as a badge of honour and productivity as a measure of worth. It is easy to find ourselves running on empty, feeling the exact spiritual friction that the Apostle Paul describes in this Sunday’s reading from Romans: “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do…” Many of us know what it feels like for our wills to become tangled by anxiety, and for our strength to seem as brief as breath.

But in the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus offers a radical counter-cultural invitation to anyone carrying the heavy weight of modern expectations:

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart…

This Sunday’s hymn beautifully translates this promise into the timeless imagery of the Celtic landscape. Rather than demanding that we row harder against the storms of life, the text invites us to picture a traditional Irish currach drifting effortlessly on quiet waters:

Your yoke is light as currachs drift
On waters hushed and wide;
Teach us the wisdom of the meek,
And walk close at our side.

Verse 4

A currach is a light vessel. It thrives not by forcing its way through the waves, but by riding them, trusting the current. This is the essence of Christ’s “light yoke.” True spiritual rest isn’t just the absence of work—it is the presence of a safe harbour.

When we gather at the altar this Sunday, we bring our dry fields, our tangled doubts, and our exhaustion. We encounter a God whose grace “flows down like silver rain,” renewing us through the simple gifts of bread and wine. Fed and restored, we are then sent out—not back into the frantic pace of the world, but with the “courage, fire, and peace” of Patrick, Brigid, and Columba, ready to bring Christ’s warmth to a weary world.

Hymn information

First line: Through Ireland’s mists and hidden paths
Text: Michael McFarland Campbell
Metre: DCM
Tune: Resignation, Kingsfold
Theme: Proper 9 (Year A)

© 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. Permission granted for local church use with attribution. Not for commercial reproduction without permission.

Inspired by the Readings for the Sunday between 3 and 9 July (Year A)
Genesis 24:34–38, 42–49, 58–67,
Psalm 45:10–17,
Romans 7:15–25a,
Matthew 11:16–19, 25–30.