Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come – Hymn


“Come, Ye Thankful People, Come” is a beloved hymn that invites believers to join together in gratitude and praise for God’s abundant blessings. With its joyful melody and uplifting lyrics, this hymn serves as a heartfelt expression of thanksgiving and worship. From the opening lines, it calls listeners to gather with thankful hearts, acknowledging God as the source of all good things.

As the song unfolds, it delves into the themes of harvest, provision, and the faithfulness of God. It celebrates the bounty of the earth and the abundance of God’s grace, affirming His care and provision for His people. With each verse, the hymn invites believers to offer their grateful praises to God, the giver of every good and perfect gift.

Throughout the verses, “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come” speaks of the joy and blessings of the harvest season, both physically and spiritually. It offers words of comfort and assurance, reminding listeners of the promise of God’s provision and the abundance of His love.

The chorus of the hymn serves as a joyful refrain, as believers lift their voices in praise and thanksgiving, exalting the name of the Lord and declaring His goodness to all the earth. It encourages listeners to join in the chorus of gratitude, giving thanks for the blessings of life and salvation.


Come, Ye Thankful People, Come (Christian Hymn) Lyrics

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.

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