Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
1. 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.2. All the world is God’s own field,
fruit as praise to God we yield;
wheat and tares together sown
are to 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.3. For the Lord our God shall come,
and shall take the harvest home;
from the 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 the garner evermore.4. 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 presence to abide;
come, with all thine angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest home.
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Mike Hoffman 6:30 pm on February 18, 2008 Permalink
Great song, great blog, great quote. Hope you guys are doing well. Look forward to having you up in the area this fall. Hope you can stop down and visit with our group at the Blessing Place.
Mark 10:41 pm on February 18, 2008 Permalink
Mike! Great seeing you here. Looking forward to catching up soon. Katrina and I will be in Chicago in early March, and we’ll be heading down (we’ve got a rental this time!
) to your neck of the woods. Maybe we can bump into each other.