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 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.


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.


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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