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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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On some occasions the tune of a hymn comes into being before the words. Francis Jackson composed ‘East Acklam’ in 1957—when he was the organist at York Minster—to be sung at a reunion service of old choristers, for the words ‘God that madest earth and heaven’. He named it after the village in Yorkshire where he lived. It was printed in the Methodist Supplement Hymns and Songs in 1969, but was not taken up until Fred Pratt Green, then becoming known as one of our leading hymn-writers, wrote this harvest hymn for it. The words were published in The Methodist Recorder in August 1970 and used all over the country because of their freshness and realism. They were recognized as what we need to be singing at our harvest-thanksgiving services today. The author takes the three short lines of the tune and uses them for a refrain; he takes the three successive long lines to build up the message of the words, holding them back in the last verse for the climax of the tune on ‘Love has found us’.
For the fruits of his creation, Thanks be to God; For his gifts to every nation, Thanks be to God; For the ploughing, sowing, reaping, Silent growth while we are sleeping, Future needs in earth’s safekeeping, Thanks be to God.
In the just reward of labour, God’s will is done; In the help we give our neighbour, God’s will is done; In our worldwide task of caring, For the hungry and despairing, In the harvests we are sharing, God’s will is done.
For the harvests of his Spirit, Thanks be to God; For the good we all inherit, Thanks be to God; For the wonders that astound us, For the truths that still confound us, Most of all, that love has found us, Thanks be to God.