37. 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
Author: Henry Alford (1810–71)
Meter: 77 77 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2000
Topic: God the Father, Creator: Harvest
Tune Information
Name: ST GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
Composer: George J. Elvey (1816–93)
Meter: 77 77 D
Incipit: 33531 23335 31233
Key: F Major or modal



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