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come, ye thankful people com
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 God's 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

even so, Lord, quickly come
to 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










