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, does 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, |
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.
4. Even so, Lord, quickly come |
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