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<song version="1.0"><lyrics><verse label="1" type="v"><![CDATA[Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin;]]></verse><verse label="2" type="v"><![CDATA[God, our Maker, doth provide
For our needs to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home.]]></verse><verse label="3" type="v"><![CDATA[All the world is God’s own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;]]></verse><verse label="4" type="v"><![CDATA[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.]]></verse><verse label="5" type="v"><![CDATA[For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take His harvest home,
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away,]]></verse><verse label="6" type="v"><![CDATA[Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.]]></verse><verse label="7" type="v"><![CDATA[Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;]]></verse><verse label="8" type="v"><![CDATA[There, forever purified,
In Thy garner to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home.]]></verse></lyrics></song>