262. 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 weeds 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 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)
Meter: 77 77D
Publication Date: 1998
Scripture: ; ; ;
Topic: Rogation Days; Harvest Thanksgiving
Tune Information
Composer: George Job Elvey (1816-1893)
Meter: 77 77D
Key: F Major

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