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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come. Words by Henry Alford Music by George J. Elvey Words and Music public domain. 636. Come, ye thankful people, come Raise the song of harvest home All is safely gathered in Ere the winter storms begin.
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come Words by Henry Alford Music by George J. Elvey Words and Music public domain 636
Come, ye thankful people, comeRaise the song of harvest homeAll is safely gathered inEre the winter storms begin
God, our Maker, doth provideFor our wants to be suppliedCome to God’s own temple comeRaise the song of harvest home
We ourselves are God’s own fieldFruit unto His praise to yieldWheat and tares together sownUnto joy or sorrow grown
First the blade, and then the earThen the full corn shall appearLord of harvest, grant that weWholesome grain and pure may be
For the Lord our God shall comeAnd shall take His harvest homeFrom His field shall purge awayAll that doth offend that day
Give His angels charge at lastIn the fire the tares to castBut the fruitful ears to storeIn His garner evermore
Even so, Lord, quickly comeBring Thy final harvest homeGather Thou Thy people inFree from sorrow, free from sin
There, forever purifiedIn Thy presence to abideCome, with all Thine angels, comeRaise the glorious harvest home