709 | Matthew 13:36-43 | 7 7. 7 7. D | |
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. |
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2 | All the world is 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. |
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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. |
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4 | Even so, Lord, quickly come! Bring Thy final harvest home! Gather all Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest-home! |
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Henry Alford, 1810-71 |