| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns.
II. “Come, ye thankful people, come” | | By Henry Alford (1810–1871) |
| | (Harvest)
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 | 5 |
| For our wants to be supplied;— | |
| Come, to God’s own temple, come, | |
| Raise the song of Harvest-home! | |
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| All this world is God’s own field, | |
| Fruit unto His praise to yield; | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| Wholesome grain and pure may be. | |
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| For the Lord our God shall come, | |
| And shall take His Harvest home; | |
| From His field shall in that day | |
| All offences purge away; | 20 |
| Give His angels charge at last | |
| In the fire the tares to cast; | |
| But the fruitful ears to store | |
| In His garner evermore. | |
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| Even so, Lord, quickly come, | 25 |
| 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: | 30 |
| Come, with all Thine angels, come, | |
| Raise the glorious Harvest-home! | | | | |
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