Come, Ye Thankful People, Come sing and play along

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 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.

harvest home.