This is a childrens' hymn. I can't find all the words on the net so far, but my children all sing it so I know the words above are a parody.

The first verse is available in this quite on the net

The Times of London reports that "The choir of a renowned 12th-century Norfolk parish church has been split after members resigned in protest at having to sing in praise of jet planes refuelling in mid-air at the annual harvest festival." (Autumn days when the grass is jewelled And the silk inside a chestnut shell, Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled, all these things I love so well.) "The Vicar's three children and a handful of others have been left alone in the choir stalls at St. Mary's, Wroxham, known as 'the cathedral of the Broads,' when Carole Tims, the music director, and 11 choristers walked out after 'intemperate words' were exchanged in the vestry."

You wouldn't think a simple song like that could cause so much fuss, would you?

Other sources say the song was written 18 years ago, but not who by. I suspect it may be in "Mission Praise" - a book much reviled by English church choirs.

I like the song, myself.

Cheers!
Ian