259. Come, ye thankful people, come

1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All be 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 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.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home;
From his field shall purge away
All that doth offend, that day;
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
in his garner evermore.

4 Then, thou Church triumphant, come.
Raise the song of harvest-home;
All be safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There for ever purified
In God's garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come
Author: Henry Alford, 1810-71
Meter: 77 77 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: Times and Seasons: Harvest
Tune Information
Name: ST GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Composer: George Elvey, 1816-93
Meter: 77 77 D
Key: F Major



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