Come Ye Thankful People Come

 

"Let my heart be sound, sincere and wholehearted and blameless in Your statutes,
that I may not be put to shame.  My soul languishes and grows faint 
 for Your salvation, but I hope in Your word."
(Psalm 119:80-81)

 We Shall Come Rejoicing Bringing In The Sheaves

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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;

Give His angels charge at last

In the fire the tares to cast,

But with the fruitful ears to store

In His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord quickly come

To 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.

Amen

"Come Ye Thankful People Come"
(1844)
Reverend Henry Alford
(1810-1871)
English clergyman, theologian, writer,
scholar, poet, and hymnodist