1. Come, ye thankful people, raise a song of harvest home:
fruits and crops are gathered in, safe before the storms begin.
God our Maker will provide for our needs to be supplied;
come to God's own temple, come, raise a song of harvest home.
2. All the world is but a field, given for a fruitful yield,
wheat and tares together sown, here for joy or sorrow grown:
first the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
God of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.