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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

A beautiful hymn by Henry Alford, with a tune by George J. Elvey, celebrates the bountiful harvest and gratitude towards God. It reflects on the abundance provided by God and the hope for a final harvest in His presence.

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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

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  1. Come, Ye Thankful People, Come Hymn by Henry Alford Tune by George J. Elvey

  2. 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.

  3. Come, Ye Thankful People, Come 2. All the world is God's own field, fruit as praise to God we yield; wheat and tares together sown are to 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.

  4. Come, Ye Thankful People, Come 3. For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home; from the field shall in that day all offenses purge away, giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast; but the fruitful ears to store in the garner evermore.

  5. Come, Ye Thankful People, Come 4. Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring 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.

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