Come Ye Thankful People Babbie Mason

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

Oh, come, ye thankful people, come
Tell the great things God has done
We have seen how much He cares
Let our praises fill the air
Through the seasons of the year
His provision has been clear
Come, ye thankful people, come
And tell the great things God has done

Come, come, ye thankful people, come
Oh, come, come, ye thankful people, come

Come, ye thankful people, come

Hear me now
And 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
And raise the song of harvest home