THANKSGIVING DAY -2008

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 the 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,

Give his 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 presence to abide;

Come, with all thine angels, come,

Raise the glorious harvest home.

Sir George J. Elvey