
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.
Click on the title to hear the tune, then you can hum along.
3 comments:
This is one of my favorite hymns and so appropriate for this season. Thanks for the recommendation on the movie (which twit that I am Ive already forgotten the title...Mad Mac will assure that this is nothing new...I've been a twit for years lol
hugs
Sandi
Good post!
Hugs!
Kat
This was my grandpa's favorite song. He always asked for us to sing it anytime he could. I love it too.
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