Come, Ye Thankful People Come

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 as praise to God we yield;
wheat and tares together sown
are to 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 the harvest home;
from the field shall in that day
all offenses purge away,

giving angels charge at last
in the fire the tares to cast;
but the fruitful ears to store
in the 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 presence to abide;
come, with all
thine angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest home.