Come Ye, Thankful People, Come
Come Ye, Thankful People, Come
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 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 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 His 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 garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.
There is much singing to be done this evening at the old folks’ home; we have an unprecedented six hymns to sing in two languages. I am still a bit sore from practicing with Next Sister, and my voice is husky with the chilly weather. This does not bode well for anything like a stellar performance. Ah, well. As Papa would be sure to remind me, the Lord has asked us to make a joyful noise. We do that very well. As long as our hearts are in the right place, I suppose it doesn’t really matter that our pitch seldom is!
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TAMMY said...
This is my FAVORITE hymn. Praying the performance goes well. I am quite sure the audience will enjoy it thoroughly.
Thursday, December 3, 2009 09:21 AM
HANDMAIDEN said...
I love this hymn too. Thank you for your prayers. We are going tomorrow for our Christmas performance, and could definitely use them!
Thursday, December 3, 2009 07:26 PM
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