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<h2>COME, YE THANKFUL PEOPLE, COME</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Let us come before Him with thanksgiving, and extol Him with music and song.” Psalm 95:2</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_e_l_elvey_gj.jpg" alt="George Job Elvey (1816-1893)" width="133.333333333333" height="184.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_l_alford_h.html" target="_blank">Henry Alford</a>, <em>Psalms and Hymns</em>, 1844.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. George’s Windsor,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_l_elvey_gj.html" target="_blank">George Job Elvey</a>, 1858 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_stgeorgw.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_a_l_alford_h2.jpg" alt="Henry Alford (1810-1871)" width="133.333333333333" height="189.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;<br>
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All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.<br>
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God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;<br>
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Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.</p>
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<p>All the world is God’s own field, fruit as praise to God we yield;<br>
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Wheat and tares together sown are to joy or sorrow grown.<br>
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First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;<br>
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Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.</p>
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<p>For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home;<br>
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From the field shall in that day all offenses purge away,<br>
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Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;<br>
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But the fruitful ears to store in the garner evermore.</p>
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<p>Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;<br>
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Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,<br>
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There, forever purified, in Thy presence to abide;<br>
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Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.</p>
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