From the recording Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
I didn't mean to record this hymn yesterday, but it hijacked me and insisted. From the old Cumberland Presbyterian song book, Come, Ye Thankful People, Come. I love this beautiful harvest hymn of thanksgiving for many reasons, but especially because of the non-denominational character of the lyrics.
As always, my recordings of traditional hymns are free mp3 downloads. The music and lyrics are gifts from the ancestors to me, so why not to you too? Enjoy. MM
Lyrics
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 generous autumn pours
From her rich o'er flowing stores