Come, ye thankful people, come Lyrics and MP3

Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All be 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.

We ourselves are 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;
Grant O harvest Lord, that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall purge away all that doth offend, that day;
Give his angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

Then, thou Church triumphant come, raise the song of harvest home;
All be safely Gathered in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, for ever purified, in God’s garner to abide;
Come, ten thousand angels come, raise the glorious harvest home!