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128. 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 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
Language: English
Publication Date: 2015
Scripture:
Topic: The Godhead: Creation and Providence
Tune Information
Name: ST. GEORGE’S, WINDSOR
Composer: George J. Ellvey
Meter: 7.7.7.7.D.
Incipit: 33531 23335 31233
Key: G Major or modal



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