Come, ye thankful people, come
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1. Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
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all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
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God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
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come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.
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2. All the world is God's own field, fruit as praise to God we yield;
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wheat and tares together sown are to joy or sorrow grown.
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First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
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Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.
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3. For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home;
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from the field shall in that day all offenses purge away.
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Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
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but the fruitful ears to store in the garner evermore.
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4. Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
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gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin.
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There, forever purified, in Thy presence to abide;
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come, with all thine angels, come, raise the glorious harvest home.
capo 3rd) (Henry Alford / George J. Elvey)
