Couplet 1

Come ye thankful people come
Raise the song of harvesthome
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter
Storms begin

Couplet 2

God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied
Come to God's
Own temple come
Raise the song of harvest home

Couplet 3

All the world is God's own field
Fruit has praise to Godly yield
Wheat and tares
Together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown

Couplet 4

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

Couplet 5

Even so Lord quickly come
To Thy final harvest home
Gather Thou Thy people in
Free from sorrow
Free from sin

Couplet 6

There forever purified
In Thy presence to abide
Come with all
Thine angels come

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Come with all
Thine angels come

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Raise the glorious harvesthome