Hymn:Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Tune:St George's Windsor
Words:Henry Alford (1810-71)
Music:G J Elvey (1816-93)
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Verse 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. 
 
Verse 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. 
 
Verse 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. 
 
Verse 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 garner to abide; 
Come, with all Thine angels come, 
Raise the glorious harvest home. 
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