Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come


                            October 013

                            Hoping you all have a very happy {and safe!} Thanksgiving!

                      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;
Lord of harvest, grant 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,
Giving 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, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.

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