Lyrics
Verse 1
Come ye thankful people come
Raise the song of harvesthome
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter
Storms begin
Verse 2
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied
Come to God's
Own temple come
Raise the song of harvest home
Verse 3
All the world is God's own field
Fruit has praise to Godly yield
Wheat and tares
Together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown
Verse 4
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 5
Even so Lord quickly come
To Thy final harvest home
Gather Thou Thy people in
Free from sorrow
Free from sin
Verse 6
There forever purified
In Thy presence to abide
Come with all
Thine angels come
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Come with all
Thine angels come
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Raise the glorious harvesthome