Lyrics and Information
Words by Henry Alford (1810-1871), 1844Tune: ST. GEORGE’S WINDSOR, by George J. Elvey (1816-1893), 1858Key signature: F major (1 Flat)Time signature: 4/4Meter: 7.7.7.7.D.Public DomainOrgan Performance at Hymns Without Words1. 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.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.3. For the Lord our God shall come And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offenses 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.4. Even so, Lord, quickly come, To 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.Descant on the final stanza.