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Thanksgiving Day

421. Come, ye thankful people, come

Eight 7's

St. George's, Windsor:

George J. Elvey, 1858

Henry Alford, 1844;

revised 1867

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.

All the world is 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 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.

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.

Amen.

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