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Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: Henry Alford; Anna L. Barbauld; Hugh Hartshorne Hymnal: Elmhurst Hymnal #298 (1921) Topics: Harvest Home; Thanksgiving; Harvest and Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR

Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: Rev. Henry Alford Hymnal: The Evangelical Hymnal #394 (1917) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

See how great a flame aspires

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Singing the Faith #412 (2011) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Mission and Evangelism Scripture: 1 Corinthians 16:9 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

Come, O Thankful People, Come

Author: Anna Laetitia Aiken Barbauld; Henry Alford Hymnal: The New Century Hymnal #422 (1995) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1 Come, O thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; all is safely gathered in as 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 blessings of the field, all the stores the gardens yield, all the fruits in full supply ripened 'neath the summer sky, All that spring with bounteous hand scatters o'er the smiling land, all that liberal autumn pours from its rich o'erflowing stores. 3 These to you, our God, we owe, source from whom all blessing flow; and for these our songs we raise, grateful vows and solemn praise. Come, then, thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home. Topics: Adoration and Praise God; Rural Life; Seasons Thanksgiving Day; Year B Proper 6 Scripture: Exodus 23:16 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Hymnal #434 (1941) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: H. Alford, 1810-71 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #461 (1996) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Come, ye thankful people come Lyrics: 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 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, forever purified, In Thy garner to abide. Come with all Thine angels, come; Raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: Trinity 14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford; Anna Barbauld Hymnal: Chalice Hymnal #718 (1995) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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, does provide for our wants to be supplied; come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home. 2 All the blessings of the field, all the stores the gardens yield, all the fruits in full supply, ripened 'neath the summer sky, all that spring with bounteous hand scatters o'er the smiling land, all that liberal autumn pours from its rich o'erflowing stores, 3 These to thee, my God, we owe, source whence all our blessings flow; and for these my soul shall raise grateful vows and solemn praise. Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home. Topics: Times and Seasons Thanksgiving; God's World Times and Seasons: Thanksgiving; Descants; Gratitude; Harvest; Thanksgiving Day Scripture: Matthew 13:24-30 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

Sweetest Joy the Soul Can Know

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6141 Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1. Sweetest joy the soul can know, Fairest light was ever shed, Who alike in joy or woe, Leavest none unvisited; Spirit of the Highest God, Lord from whom is life bestowed, Who upholdest everything, Hear me, hear me, while I sing! 2. For the noblest gift Thou art That a soul e’er sought or won, Have I wished Thee to my heart, Then my wishing all is done; Ah then yield Thee, nor refuse Here to dwell, for Thou didst choose This my heart, from e’en its birth, For Thy temple here on earth. 3. Thou art shed like gentlest showers From the Father and the Son, Bringest to this earth of ours Purest blessing from their throne; Suffer then, O noble Guest, That rich gift by Thee possessed, Which Thou givest at Thy will All my soul and flesh to fill. 4. Thou art wise, before Thee stand Hidden things unveiled to Thee, Countest up the grains of sand, Fathomest the deepest sea, And Thou knowest well how blind, Dark and crooked is my mind; Give me wisdom, in Thy light Let me please my God aright. 5. Thou art holy, enterest in Where pure hearts Thy coming wait, But Thou fleest shame and sin, Craft and falsehood Thou dost hate; Wash me then, O Well of grace, Every stain and spot efface, Let me flee what Thou dost flee, Grant me what Thou lov’st to see. 6. Thou art loving, hatest strife, As a lamb of patient mood, Calm through all our restless life, E’en to sinners kind and good; Grant me too this noble mind, To be calm and true and kind, Loving every friend or foe, Grieving none whom Thou dost know. 7. Well contented is my heart, If but Thou reject me not; If but Thou wilt ne’er depart, I am blest whate’er my lot; Thine for ever make me now, And to Thee, my Lord, I vow Here and yonder to employ Every power for Thee with joy. 8. Be my help when danger’s nigh, When I sink hold Thou me up, Be my life when I must die, In the grave be Thou my hope; Bring me when I rise again To the land that knows no pain, Where Thy followers from Thy stream Drink for ever joys supreme. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR