HYMN 173

H.C. 57 D. &s (FE 191)
"He that goeth forth and weapeth bearing 
precious seed, shall doubtless come again 
with rejoicing bringing his sheaves with Him.
- Ps. 126:6



1.  COME, ye thankful people, come 

     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!


2.  We ourselves are 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.


3.  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.


4.  Then, thou church triumphant, come 

     Raise the song of harvest home 

     All are safetly gathered in

     Free from sorrow, free from sin 

     There for ever purified, 

     In God’s garner to abide

     Come, ten thousand angels, come 

     Raise the glorious harvest home!  Amen