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Come ye thankful people come Raise the




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 needs 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 offences 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.


---Alternative verses---


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 therein are sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
Ripening with a wondrous power,
Till the final harvest-hour:
Grant, O Lord of life, that we
Holy grain and pure may be.


For the know that Thou wilt come
And wilt take Thy people home,
From Thy field wilt purge away
All that foth offend, that day;
And Thine angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In Thy garner evermore.


Even then, Lord of mercy, come,
bid us Thy harvest-home;
let Thy Saints be gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
All upon the golden floor,
Praising Thee for evermore:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Bid us sing Thy harvest-home.


Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
raise the song of harvest-home
all be safely gathered in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there for ever purified
in God’s garner to abide;
come, ten thousand angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest-home.

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LYRICS
Meter: 7 7 7 7 D
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1844
      Bible Refs: Mt 9:17-18; Mt 13:30; Mt 13:37-42; Lk 10:2; Jn 4:35; 1 Co 3:13-15; Rev 14:15;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1889# 987
      1965# 648
      1962# 724
      1956# 490
      1994# 136
      2004# 881
      1919# 320
      1960# 297
      2000# 37
      1920# 188
      1998# 262
      2000# 106
      1996# 461
      1992# 94
      1890# 57
      1904# 514
      1983# 289
      1950# 482
      1922# 382
      1983# 355
      # 559
      1964# 576
      2000# 133
      1996# 101
      1954# 962
      1925# 167
      1990# 551
      # 1055
      1869# 278
      1999# 34
      1991# 75
      1925# 7
      1931# 9
      1908# 346
      1938# 307
      1917# 689
      1906# 289
      1971# 384
      1916# 421
      1940# 137
      1982# 290
      1986# 259
      1961# 615
      1989# 694
      1885# 372
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
      Meter: 7 7 7 7 D
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1858
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 461 No key
        # 559F
        # 576F
        # 75G
        # 462G
        # 490G
        # 724G
        # 1055G
        # 355G
        # 263G
        # 962G
        # 131G
        # 382G
        # 881 No key

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