Words: Henry Alford (1810-1871)
Music: George J. Elvey (1816-1893)
From: Guitar Picker - www.gospelmusic.org.uk
Come, Ye Thankful People Come

 D                G       D
Come, ye thankful people, come,
                  G       D
Raise the song of harvest home!
       G      A7       D
All is safely gathered in,
               E7     A7
Ere the winter storms begin.
              D
God our Maker doth provide
D7               G
For our wants to be supplied;
B7      Em        A       D
Come to God's own temple, come,
G         D       A7      D
Raise the song of harvest home.


All the world is God's own field,
Fruit as praise to God we yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Are to 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 the harvest home;
From the 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 the 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.

Alternative arangement

 D         A       Bm A    D
Come, ye thankful people, come,
 D         A      Bm  Em   F#
Raise the song of harvest home!
Bm      Em     A       D
All is safely gathered in,
 D  E7   A      E        A
Ere the winter storms begin.
 A             D
God our Maker doth provide
 D      D7       G
For our wants to be supplied;
 B      Em         A       D
Come to God's own temple, come,
 G        D/F# Bm  A       D
Raise the song of harvest home.