531 7s, 6L. Ludv. M. Lindeman, 1812-87 What our Father does is well: Blessed truth! His children tell! Though He send, for plen-ty, want, Though the har-vest store be scant, 532 7s. 8L. J. Hinze, 1678 Come, ye thank-ful peo-ple, come, Raise the song of har-vest home: All is safe-ly gath-ered in, Ere the win-ter storms be-gin; God, our Mak-er, doth pro - vide For our wants to be sup-plied; Come to God's own tem-ple, come, Raise the song of har-vest home. 2 All the world is God's own field, Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come, To Thy final harvest home! Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There for ever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home! |
