Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
words by Henry Alford, music by George J. Elvey


Verse 1:                               alternate key: D

F        C        Dm  C    F           D        A        Bm  A    D
Come, ye thankful peo-ple, come,       Come, ye thankful peo-ple, come,

F         C       Dm  Gm   A           D         A       Bm  Em   F#
Raise the song of har-vest home;       Raise the song of har-vest home;

Dm     Gm     C        F               Bm     Em     A        D
All is safely gathered in,             All is safely gathered in,

F   G7  C      G        C              D   E7  A      E        A
Ere the winter storms begin.           Ere the winter storms begin.

C             F                        A             D
God our Maker doth provide             God our Maker doth provide

F       F7       Bb                    D       D7       G
For our wants to be supplied;          For our wants to be supplied;

D       Gm        C       F            B       Em        A       D
Come to God's own temple, come,        Come to God's own temple, come,

Bb        F/A   Dm  C       F          G         D/F#  Bm  A       D
Raise the song  of  harvest home.      Raise the song  of  harvest home.


Verse 2:

All the world is God's own field,
Fruit as praise to God we yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Are to 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.

Verse 3:

For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take the harvest home;
From the field shall in that day
All offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In the garner evermore.

Verse 4:

Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide;
Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.


#392 in Hymns for the Family of God,