Come, Ye Thankful People

Come, ye thankful people, come, raise a song of harvest home:

fruit and crops are gathered in, safe before the storms begin;

God, our Maker, will provide for our needs to be supplied;

come to God’s own temple, come, raise a song of harvest home.

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All the world is but a field, given for a fruitful yield;

wheat and tares together sown, here for joy or sorrow grown:

first the blade, and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;

God of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.