564. 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, does 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 the harvest home;
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In God's garner evermore.

4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To your final harvest home;
Gather all your people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, for ever purified,
In your 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: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 (alt.)
Meter: 77 77 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 1994
Scripture: ; ; ;
Topic: Parables; Second Coming
Tune Information
Composer: George J. Elvey, 1816-1893
Harmonizer: Richard Proulx, b. 1937
Meter: 77 77 D
Key: F Major
Copyright: Harmonization © 1986, GIA Publications, Inc.

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