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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Hymns. II. “Come, ye thankful people, come”

Henry Alford (1810–1871)


COME, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of Harvest-home

All is safely gather’d 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 this 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 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,

Bring Thy final Harvest-home;

Gather Thou Thy people in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin;

There for ever purified,

In Thy garner to abide:

Come, with all Thine angels, come,

Raise the glorious Harvest-home!