Lyrics to the hymn, Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

A pretty fall day




Introduction

Hello, and welcome to the Mother of Gooses blog, where I write about hymns, instruments, recipes, and animals; I hope that I can answer any questions that you might have. 

Trees and clouds



The Subject At Hand

Today, we are looking at the lyrics to the hymn, Come, Ye Thankful People, Come, by Henry Alford; it was published in 1844.

Here's some scripture associated with this hymn:

Psalm 95:2

"Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms."

Revelation 22:20

"He which testifieth these things saith, "Surely I come quickly." Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus."

A white fence against fall foliage



The Lyrics


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;

Come to God's own temple, come,

Raise the song of harvest home.

Verse 2 

We ourselves are God's own field,

Fruit unto His praise to yield;

Wheat and tares together down

Are to joy and sorrow grown.

First the blade and then the ear, 

Then the full corn shall appear;

Lord of harvest, grant that we

Wholesome grain and pure may be.

Verse 3 

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,

Giving angels charge at last 

In the fire the tares to cast;

But the fruitful ears to store

In His garner evermore.

Verse 4 

Then, thou Church triumphant, come, 

Bring the song of harvest home;

All is safely gathered in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin.

There, forever purified,

In God's garner to abide;

Come, ten thousand angels, come,

Raise the song of harvest home.

(Alternate:

Even so, Lord, quickly come,

Bring Thy final harvest home;

Gather thou thy people in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin,

There, forever purified,

In thy presence to abide;

Come, with all Thine angels, come,

Raise the glorious harvest home.)

A beautiful afternoon



Afterwards

"Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast."

Even so, Lord, quickly come. Amen. 

Happy Thanksgiving.

A mountain



Outro

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Folksandhymns: Come, Ye Thankful People, Come




Links To Outside Sources


Folksandhymns:

Channel:

https://youtube.com/@folksandhymns5313?feature=shared

Hymn:

https://youtu.be/R_i4GVzXBu8?feature=shared

Kaleb Brasee: Come, Ye Thankful People, Come



Kaleb Brasee:

Channel:

https://youtube.com/@kbrasee?si=ELCNAB922s1Ul9Z6

Hymn:

https://youtu.be/lRocs1GKwkE?si=gqUX83Rcwor4KWIH




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