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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.
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.
For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take His harvest home
From His 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 His garner evermore.
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 garner to abide
Come, with all Thine angels come
Raise the glorious harvest home.
About the Gospel Song Come Ye Thankful People Come
The lyrics to "Come Ye Thankful People Come" is by Henry Alford, and the music is by George Elvey.
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