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About this Hymn
Henry Alford's hymn of thanks and harvest is also a reminder of a greater harvest to come. Alford especially had the parable of the tares (Matt. 13:24–30, 36–43) in mind, which says the Son of Man will send his angels to sort the wheat from the weeds—the righteous from the evil—and his fruitful harvest will be gathered to him to abide in his presence.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest-home: all be 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
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.
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; give his 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, raise the song of harvest-home; all be 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 glorious harvest-home!
Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest-home: all be 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
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.
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; give his 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, raise the song of harvest-home; all be 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 glorious harvest-home!
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Attribution & Copyright
Words: Henry Alford, 1844, rev. 1867
Music: George Elvey, 1858
Music: George Elvey, 1858