Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Verse 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 doth pro­vide
For our wants to be sup­plied; (Phil. 4:19)
Come to God’s own tem­ple, come,
Raise the song of har­vest-home!

Verse 2
We our­selves are God’s own field, (I Cor. 3:9)
Fruit un­to His praise to yield; (Phil. 1:11)
Wheat and tares to­ge­ther sown (Matt. 13:24-30)
Unto joy or sor­row grown.
First the blade and then the ear, (Mark 4:28)
Then the full corn shall ap­pear;
Grant, O Har­vest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

Verse 3
For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His har­vest home; (Rev. 14:15)
From His field shall purge away
All that doth of­fend that day: (Matt. 13:41)
Give His an­gels charge at last (Matt. 13:39)
In the fire the tares to cast; (Matt. 3:12, Luke 3:17, Matt. 13:42)
But the fruit­ful ears to store
In His gar­ner ev­er­more. (Matt. 3:12, Luke 3:17)

Verse 4
Then, thou Church tri­umph­ant, come,
Bring the song of har­vest-home;
All are safe­ly ga­thered in,
Free from sor­row, free from sin, (Rev. 21:4, Isa. 35:10, Isa. 51:11)
There, for ev­er pu­ri­fied, (Eph. 5:27, I Cor. 3:13-15)
In God’s gar­ner to abide;
Come, ten thou­sand an­gels, come,
Raise the glo­ri­ous har­vest-home!