THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(77.77. D.) R. C. H. 619

by HENRY ALFORD, 1810-71.

Come, ye thankful people, come
The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvest are angels" Matt. 13:39
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.
For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His servant 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.
Even so, Lord, quickly come;
Bring Thy final harvest home:
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, fore ever purified,
In Thy garner to abide;
Come. with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.