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                     Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
     (not recommended see https://www.britannica.com/topic/Harvest-Home)


1.   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.

2.   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 lib'ral autumn
     pours, from her rich o'erflowing stores.

3.   These to Thee, our God, we owe, source whence all our blessings flow,
     And for these our souls shall raise grateful songs of solemn praise. Come,
     then, thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; Come to
     God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.