The Hymnal ‎#460

460. 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 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.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come
• Author: Rev. Henry Alford (1844)
• Meter: 7. 7. 7. 7. D.
• Publication Date: 1950
• Topic: Special Seasons and Services: Thanksgiving and Harvest; Harvest and Thanksgiving; Processionals; Thanksgiving

Tune Information

• Name: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
• Composer: George J. Elvey (1859)
• Meter: 7. 7. 7. 7. D.
• Key: G Major