Come you thankful people come

Come, you thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest-home!
All is safely gathered in
now, before the storms begin:
God our maker will provide
for our needs to be supplied;
come, with all his people, come,
raise the song of harvest-home!

2. All the world is God’s own field,
harvests for his praise to yield;
wheat and tares together sown
here for 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.

3. For the Lord our God shall come
and shall bring his harvest home;
he himself, on that great day,
worthless things shall purge away,
give his angels charge at last
in the fire the tares to cast,
but the fruitful ears to store
in his care for evermore.

4. Even so, Lord, quickly come:
bring your final harvest home!
Gather all your people in
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there for ever purified,
in your presence to abide;
come, with all your angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest-home.