Hymn 615
Come, ye thankful people, come
- 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!
- For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest Home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences 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.
- Even so. Lord, quickly come;
To Thy final Harvest - home,
Gather Thou Thy people in.
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever purified.
In Thy presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come;
Raise the glorious Harvest home.
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