Evangelical Lutheran hymnal ‎#142

142. Come,ye thankful people, come

1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
That our wants are all supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come;
Raise the song of harvest home.

2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take the harvest home;
From His field shall purge away
All that doth offend that day,
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

4 Even so, Lord! quickly come,
To Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.

Text Information

• First Line: Come,ye thankful people, come
• Author: Henry Alford (1844)
• Meter: 7s. Eight lines. No. 10
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1908
• Topic: The Church Year: Harvest
• Notes: Alternate tune: ST. GEORGE, #91

Tune Information

• Name: SPANISH HYMN
• Arranger: Benjamin Carr (1826)
• Meter: 7s. Eight lines. No. 10
• Key: A Major
• Source: Ancient Spanish Melody