Artists: Henry Alford, 1810-1871, George J. Elvey (1816-1893)
Language: English
Source: SDA Hymnal
Themes: Praise
Occasions: Dedication, Closing
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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! We ourselves are God’s own field, Fruit unto His praise to...
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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! 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.
