421. Come, ye thankful people, come

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.

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:
Grant, O harvest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

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.

Even so, Lord, quickly come
To thy final harvest-home;
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, for ever purified,
In thy presence to abide:
Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come
Author: Henry Alford (1844, rev. 1867)
Meter: Eight 7s
Language: English
Publication Date: 1916
Topic: Thanksgiving Day
Tune Information
Name: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
Composer: George J. Elvey (1858)
Meter: Eight 7s
Incipit: 33531 23335 31233
Key: G Major



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