Come, Ye Thankful People, Come



Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Scripture: Matthew 13:37

Key: G

Time Signature: 4/4


Hymn Status: Public Domain (This hymn is free to use for display and print)

Terms of Use:  None


Verse 1:  Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvesthome; 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 harvesthome.
Verse 2:  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.
Verse 3:  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 the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore.
Verse 4:  Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final harvesthome; 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 harvesthome.

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