557 Come Ye Thankful People
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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!
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]
We ourselves are 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.
We ourselves are 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.
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.
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Then thou church triumphant come
Raise the song of harvest home;
All are safely gathered in
Free from sorrow free from sin;
There forever purified
In God s garner to abide;
Come ten thousand angels come
Raise the glorious harvest home!
Then thou church triumphant come
Raise the song of harvest home;
All are safely gathered in
Free from sorrow free from sin;
There forever purified
In God s garner to abide;
Come ten thousand angels come
Raise the glorious harvest home!