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Come, Ye Thankful People
Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: Revival Hymns and Choruses #136 (1970) First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come Lyrics: 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 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.
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home:
From His field shall in that day
All offences 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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To 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. Topics: Praise and Testimony; Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: Hymns of Promise #188 (2015) Refrain First Line: 7.7.7.7.D Lyrics: 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, does 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 sorrows 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 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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
to your final harvest home,
gather all your people in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there, forever purified,
in your presence to abide.
Come, with all your angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: Total Praise #192 (2011) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 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.
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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To 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. Topics: Advent Second; Freedom; Gratitude; Jesus Christ His Glory and Power; Planting and Harvest; Thanksgiving Scripture: Psalm 100:4 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: African American Heritage Hymnal #194 (2001) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 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.
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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,
To 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. Topics: Advent Second; Jesus Christ His Glory and Power; Planting and Harvest Scripture: Psalm 100:4 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford, 18101-871 Hymnal: Breaking Bread (Vol. 39) #210 (2019) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Come, ye thankful people come Lyrics: 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, does 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 the 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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To your final harvest home;
Gather all your people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, for ever purified,
In your presence to abide:
Come, with all your angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest- home. Topics: Seasonal Music Ordinary Time Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal #243 (1999) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 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.
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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring 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. Topics: Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: ST GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford (1810-1871) Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #262 (1998) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 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.
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
and shall take his harvest home;
from his field shall in that day
all offences purge away;
give his angels charge at last
in the fire the weeds to cast;
but the fruitful ears to store
in his garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,
to 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. Topics: Rogation Days; Harvest Thanksgiving Scripture: Deuteronomy 26:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: Hymns to the Living God #299 (2017) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 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.
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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
to 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. Topics: Commission Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The New National Baptist Hymnal (21st Century Edition) #327 (2001) Lyrics: 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 unto His praise to yield:
Wheat and tares together sewn,
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.
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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To 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.
Topics: God Care and Guidance; Gratitude; Praise Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, Ye Thankful People
Author: Rev. Henry Alford Hymnal: The New Christian Hymnal #350 (1929) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come Lyrics: 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 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.
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.
4. Even so, Lord, quickly come
To 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. Topics: Special Occasions Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: ELVEY
Come, Ye Thankful People
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