Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Come, ye (C)(F)thankful (Dm)(C)people, (F)come, raise the (C)song (F)of (Dm)(Gm)harvest (A)home.

(Dm)All is (Gm)safely (C)gathered (F)in, ere (Bdim)the (C)(Dm)winter (C)storms (G)(C)begin.

God, our Maker, (F)doth (C7)(F)provide for our wants to (Bb)be (F7)(Bb)supplied.

(D)Come to (Gm)God's own (C)temple, (F)come;

(Bb)raise the (F)song (Dm)of (F)(C7)harvest (F)home.

All the (C)world (F)is (Dm)God's (C)own (F)field,

fruit (C)unto (F)His (Dm)praise (Gm)to (A)yield.

(Dm)Wheat and (Gm)tares (C)together (F)sown, (Bdim)unto (C)joy (Dm)or (C)(G)sorrow (C)grown.

First the blade, and (F)then (C7)the (F)ear,

then the full corn (Bb)shall (F7)(Bb)appear.

(D)Lord of (Gm)harvest, (C)grant that (F)we (Bb)wholesome (F)grain (Dm)and (F)pure (C7)may (F)be.

(C7)harvest (F)home.