November 2000

IN HONOR OF THANKSGIVING

“Come, Ye Thankful People, Come!”

By Henry Alford
& George J. Elvey

[From time to time we feature anointed lyrics
of time-honored hymns, or songs of Faith]


Come, ye thankful people, come.
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere (before) the winter storms begin.

God, our Maker, doth (does) provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

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!
Lord of harvest! Grant that we-
Wholesome grain and pure- may be!

For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall purge away
All that doth (does) 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!
Amen