Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) ‎#64

64. 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
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

2 All the world is 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 His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offenses purge away;
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,
Bring Thy final harvest home!
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, for ever 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
• Title: Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
• Author: H. Alford (1844)
• Meter: 7s. 8L.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1928
• Topic: Harvest

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