| Song | Come Ye Thankful People Come |
| Album | Presbyterian Hymnal |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Come Ye Thankful People Come |
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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 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.
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.
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.
