Henry Alford, 1844.

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.

All the world is God's own field, fruit as praise to God we yield;
Wheat and tares together sown are to 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.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home;
From the 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 the garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring 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.

Martin Rinkart

Now thank we all our God,
with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
in Whom His world rejoices;
Who from our mothers' arms
hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love,
and still is ours today.

O may this bounteous God
through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts
and blessed peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace,
and guide us when perplexed;
And free us from all ills,
in this world and the next.

All praise and thanks to God
the Father now be given;
The Son and Him Who reigns
with Them in highest heaven;
The one eternal God,
Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now,
and shall be evermore.

Dearman
(c)1986 John T. Benson Co., CCLI: song 9990, Lic. 1233674

We bring the sacrifice of praise
Into the house of the Lord;
We bring the sacrifice of praise
Into the house of the Lord.

And we offer up to You
The sacrifices of thanksgiving;
And we offer up to You
The sacrifices of joy!

Henry Smith
(c)1978 Integrity's Hosanna! Music, CCLI: song 20285, Lic. 1233674

Give thanks
with a grateful heart,
Give thanks to the Holy One,
Give thanks because He's given
Jesus Christ, His Son.

And now let the weak say,
"I am strong."
Let the poor say, "I am rich
because of what
the Lord has done for us!"

Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby, 1875.

Verse 1:
To God be the glory,
great things He has done;
So loved He the world that
He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an
atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate
that all may go in.

Chorus:
Praise the Lord,
praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord,
praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father,
through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory,
great things He has done.

Verse 2:
O perfect redemption,
the purchase of blood,
To every believer
the promise of God;
The vilest offender
who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus
a pardon receives.

Chorus

Great things He has taught us,
great things He has done,
And great our rejoicing
through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher,
and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport,
when Jesus we see.

Chorus