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Hymn 76
- Thank the Lord and come with praise;
songs of jubilation raise
when the crop is gathered in
ere the winter storms begin.
God, our Maker, will provide
for our wants to be supplied.
Let his people all confess
his unchanging faithfulness.
- All this 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 shall golden grain appear.
Lord of harvest, grant that we
pure and wholesome wheat may be.
- For the Son of Man shall come
and shall take his harvest home.
From his field he shall that day
all offences purge away,
give his angels charge at last
into fire the tares to cast
but the fruitful grain to store
in his garner evermore.
- Lord, we pray thee, quickly come;
bear thy final harvest home.
Gather thou thy people in,
freed from sorrow, freed from sin.
They, forever purified,
in thy presence will abide.
Come with all thy angels, come;
bear thy glorious harvest home.