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Come, You Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: RitualSong (2nd ed.) #752 (2016) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1 Come, you thankful people, come; Raise the song of harvest home. All is safely gathered in Ere the winter storms begin. God, our Maker, does provide For our wants to be supplied. Come to God's own temple, come. Raise the song of harvest home. 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown. 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. 3 For the Lord our God shall come And shall take his harvest home; From his field shall in that day All offenses purge away. Giving angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In God's garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To your final harvest home. Gather all your people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin. There, forever purified, In your presence to abide. Come with all your angels, come! Raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: Thanksgiving; Harvest Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
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Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-88 Hymnal: Worship Supplement 2000 #756 (2007) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide. Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee. Leave, ah, leave me not alone; Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed; All my help from Thee I bring. Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness. False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin. Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of Thee. Spring Thou up within my heart; Rise to all eternity. Topics: Redeemer Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH

God has promised many things

Author: Martin E Leckebusch Hymnal: Praise! psalms hymns and songs for Christian worship #756 (2013) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: The Christian Life Submission and Trust; Gift Days Languages: English Tune Title: LITTLE HEATH
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Book Divine

Author: John Burton Hymnal: Redemption Songs #758 (1937) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Holy Bible, book divine Refrain First Line: Mine, mine, book divine Topics: Special Solos Languages: English Tune Title: BOOK DIVINE
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Almord, 1810-1871 Hymnal: Worship (3rd ed.) #759 (1986) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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, does provide For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest-home. 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Grant, O harvest Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take his harvest home; From his field shall in that day All offences purge away, 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 your final harvest home; Gather all your people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In your presence to abide: Come, with all thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest-home. Topics: Ordinary Time 16, Year A; Creation; Gathering; Harvest; Heaven; Judgment; Parables; Petition; Second Coming; Thanksgiving Scripture: Psalm 67:6-7 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

This Is He

Author: Koh Yuki Hymnal: Worship Supplement 2000 #762 (2007) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: In a lowly manger born Topics: Redeemer Languages: English Tune Title: WOODRIDGE
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Christ, by Heavenly Hosts Adored

Author: Henry Harbaugh Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #764 Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: Christ, by heav'nly hosts adored Lyrics: 1. Christ, by heav’nly hosts adored, Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord, God of nations, King of kings, Head of all created things, By the Church with joy confessed, God o’er all, forever blessed. Pleading at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy people, bless our land. 2. On our fields of grass and grain Send, O Lord, the kindly rain; O’er our wide and goodly land Crown the labors of each hand. Let Thy kind protection be O’er our commerce on the sea. Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand; Bless Thy people, bless our land. 3. Let our rulers ever be Men that love and honor Thee; Let the powers by Thee ordained Be in righteousness maintained. In the people’s hearts increase Love of piety and peace. Thus united, may we stand One wide, free, and happy land. Languages: English Tune Title: SALZBURG (Hintze)
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Not Alone, but Two by Two

Author: Carl P. Daw, Jr., b. 1944 Hymnal: Worship (4th ed.) #769 (2011) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1 Not alone, but two by two, Jesus sent disciples out: Yoked to share their growing faith, Spurred by courage, slowed by doubt. Taking but a walking stick, Moneyless and sandal-shod, Forth they went to preach and heal, Trusting all their needs to God. 2 Have we still such daring hearts? Can we claim their faith and nerve? Do we truly love the world Jesus calls for us to serve? Can we plant again the seed Sown in mutual ministry, Patterned on a life of faith Rooted in community? 3 Holy Spirit, breathe through us With your unifying might; Kindle cleansing, melting flames Till our fractured wills unite. Bind our hearts in mutual love, Paradox that sets self free; Let our common witness show God's shared life in Trinity. Topics: Discipleship; Ordinary Time, Fourteenth Sunday C; Ordinary Time, Fifteenth Sunday B Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Celebration Hymnal #797 (1997) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown. 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. 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offenses purge away. 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 forever purified In Thy presence to abide. Come, with all Thine angels come; Raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: Special Times and Seasons Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
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Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #803 (1997) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 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 world is God's own field, fruit unto God's praise to yield; wheat and weeds together sown, unto joy or sorrow grown; 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. 3 For the Lord our God shall come and shall take the harvest home; from the field shall in that day all offences purge away, give the angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast, but the fruitful ears to store in God's storehouse evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come to thy final harvest home: gather thou thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin; there, forever purified, in thy presence to abide. Come, with all thine angels, come: raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: Descants and Fauxbourdons; God Creator and Ruler; Harvest Thanksgiving; Rural Life / Rogation Sunday; Second Coming Scripture: Matthew 13:24-30 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

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