574. Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

1 Come, ye thankful people, come;
Raise the song of Harvest-home.
All be 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
To Thy final Harvest-home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In Thy garner to abide.
Come with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-home.

Amen.

Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #461

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come
Title: Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford (1844, cento, alt.)
Publication Date: 1941
Meter: 7.7.7.7.D.
Scripture: Isaiah 9:8
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: ST. GEORGE
Composer: George J. Elvey
Meter: 7.7.7.7.D.
Key: F Major or modal



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