Come, Ye Thankful People, Come - Choral Practice Male Quartet

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This a traditional Lutheran Christian Hymn sung as a four-part acappella male choir arrangement. The biblical call to stewardship tasks us as Christians to take care of all gifts God gives us. We maintain God's church with our skills, we distribute our bounty to those who need it most, we sow and reap the fields of evangelism, and we constantly remind ourselves that all we have came first from God. As stewards of God's bounty, we practice thankfulness as we trust God will always provide for us. These songs have overlap with the Thanksgiving holiday, since we as stewards acknowledge God's active role in blessing us and are thankful for his guardianship. Use this music for sight reading practice, hymn sings, easy listening, sheet music for accompaniment, worship services, choir practice, church events, and religious sacred music study! The hymns were composed and lyricized by masters much more skilled than myself, but it is my voice on all vocal parts. My hope is that the accessibility of these traditional hymns will bring you enjoyment, inspiration, and also arm you with a practical resource in your musical journey. S. D. G.!

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Text: Henry Alford, 1810-1871, alt.
Music: George J. Elvey, 1816-1893
Tune: St. George's, Windsor
Category: Stewardship

LYRICS:

Come, ye thankful people, come
Raise the song of harvest home
All be 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 harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be

For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take the 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
To thy final harvest home
Gather then thy people in
Free from sorrow, free from sin
There, forever purified
In thy garner to abide
Come, with all thine angels, come
Raise the glorious harvest home!