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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.

 

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His 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 His 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 garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.

 

Henry Alford was born this date 10/7/1810, at Blooms­bu­ry, Mid­dle­sex, London, England He wrote “Come Ye Thankful People,” 1844

For his own ep­i­taph, he wrote: “The inn of a pil­grim tra­vel­ing to Je­ru­sa­lem.”

 

At age sixteen Alford penned in his Bi­ble “I do this day in the pre­sence of God and my own soul re­new my cov­e­nant with God and sol­emn­ly de­ter­mine hence­forth to be­come his and to do his work as far as in me lies.”

 

Alford at­tend­ed Il­min­ster Gram­mar School and Trin­i­ty Coll­ege, Cam­bridge.  For twenty years he worked on The New Testament in Greek.  He died 1/12/1871 at Can­ter­bu­ry, Kent, Eng­land.

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