Come, Ye Thankful People, ComeWords: Henry Alford, 1844; first appeared in Alford's Psalms and Hymns. Music: 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 as praise to God we yield; Wheat and tares together sown are to 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 the field shall in that day all offenses purge away, Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store in the 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, forever purified, in Thy presence to abide; Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home. |
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