Thursday, November 26, 2015

Harvest Home

COME, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;

all is safely gathered in,
ere the winter storms begin.

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.

We thank thee then, O Father, for all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest, our life our health our food,
No gifts have we to offer for all thy love imparts,
But that which thou desirest, our humble thankful hearts.

Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing;
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;

Let us each Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace.
O refresh us, O refresh us,
Traveling through this wilderness.

All good gifts around us
Are sent from Heaven above.
So thank the Lord,
 O, thank the Lord for all his love..

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