484. 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 offences 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,
To Thy final harvest-home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There for ever purified,
In Thy garner to abide;
Come with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come
Author: Henry Alford (1844, 1865)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: Times and Seasons: Harvest
Tune Information
Name: ST. GEORGE
Composer: George J. Elvey (1858)
Meter: 7 7, 7 7. D.
Key: G Major



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