The Year Round Harvest

     Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Text: Henry Alford, 1810-1871
Music: George J. Elvey, 1816-1893

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I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  We have so much to be thankful for, but it doesn't need to be just once a year.  I love the hymn below.  Read the words carefully and remember that  God cares for us all year long.  We are His harvest, and He is our caretaker.  One day He will gather His harvest in.  I hope we will be ready.
Peace,
Kelly

      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.

  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.

    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.

      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.

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