Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come


This is one of my favorite Thanksgiving hymns. As the temperature drops here on the east coast of the U.S. and snow begins to fall, I think it is especially appropriate this year.

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.

3 comments:

Saint Peter's helpers said...

Happy Thanksgiving 4HC!!! God bless you and your dh and your entire family!

Carmel said...

Those are beautiful words! Happy thanksgiving to you and all of yours.

4HisChurch said...

Thank you, St. Peter's Helpers and Carmel!

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