Friday, November 7, 2008

Harvest Home

Singing this over and over again is the only thing that kept me sane last night. As President Reagan said, "Don't get cynical, recognize that there are millions of Americans out there who want to be a shining city on a hill."
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.


Sandi McBride said...

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

justabeachkat said...

Good post!


sherri (Tied Up In Ribbons) said...

This was my grandpa's favorite song. He always asked for us to sing it anytime he could. I love it too.