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THANKSGIVING
178 | Come, Ye Thankful People, Come | ||||
(ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR. 7,7,7,D.)) | |||||
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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 blessings of the field,
All the stores the gardens yield;
All the fruits in full supply,
Ripened 'neath the summer sky;
All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'er flowing stores: - These to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Come,then, thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home. Amen.
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