The Lutheran Hymnary ‎#532

532. 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 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: H. Alford (1844)
• Meter: 7s. 8L.
• Publication Date: 1913
• Topic: Various Occasions: Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions: Thanksgiving Day

Tune Information

• Name: [Come, ye thankful people, come]
• Composer: J. Hinze (1678)
• Meter: 7s. 8L.
• Key: D Major