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Text: | Come, Ye Thankful People, Come |
Author: | H. Alford |
Tune: | [Come, ye thankful people, come] |
Composer: | Sir George Job Elvey |
1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home:
All is safely gather'd 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 presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, ye thankful people, come |
Title: | Come, Ye Thankful People, Come |
Author: | H. Alford (1844) |
Meter: | 7s. 8L. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1927 |
Topic: | Harvest |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [Come, ye thankful people, come] |
Composer: | Sir George Job Elvey (1858) |
Key: | G Major |