Henry Alford was a brilliant scholar, pastor, and hymn writer whose Greek New Testament profoundly shaped Biblical studies. Though lesser-known today, his legacy endures through beloved hymns and his commitment to God’s Word. Discover the man behind the monumental works.
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Info:
| Words: | Henry Alford |
|---|---|
| Music: | George Elvey |
| Key: | E major |
| Time Sig: | 4/4 |
| Tempo: | 120 | up tempo |
| Tune: | ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR |
| Meter: | 7.7.7.7.D. |
| CCLI #: | 5252477 |
| Verse: | Psalm 65:11 |
verse 1
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
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
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 Henry Alford George Elvey