Come, ye thankful people, come

<p>Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home<br/>All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin<br/>God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied<br/>Come to God&#x27;s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home<br/><br/>All the world is God&#x27;s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield<br/>Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown<br/>First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear<br/>Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be<br/><br/>For the Lord our God shall come and shall take His harvest home<br/>From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away<br/>Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast<br/>But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore<br/><br/>Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home<br/>Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin<br/>There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide<br/>Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home