| Song | Come, Ye Thankful People, Come |
| Album | Christian Web Resources |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Henry Alford |
| Music | G J Elvey |
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| Tags | Come, Ye Thankful People, Come |
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| CCLI Song No |
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;
Give His 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.
