Sunday, November 22, 2015

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come - 718



Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;

all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin;

God, our Maker, does provide for our wants to be supplied;

come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the blessings of the field, all the stores the gardens yield,

all the fruits in full supply, ripened ‘neath the summer sky,

all that spring with bounteous hand scatters o’er the smiling land,

all that liberal autumn pours from its rich o’er-flowing stores,

These to thee, our God, we owe, source whence all our blessings flow;

and for these our souls shall raise grateful vows and solemn praise.

Come, then, thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;

come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

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