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1. 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.

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2. 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.

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3. Even so, Lord, quickly come 

to Thy final harvest home; 

gather all Thy people in,

free from sorrow, free from sin; 

there, forever purified, 

in Thy presence to abide:

come, with all Thy angels, come;

raise the glorious harvest home.