A Thanksgiving Hymn

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.~~~~~ Even so, Lord, quickly come,~~~To 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.