"Come, ye thankful people, come"

This Thanksgiving song has a bite to it.  We start with a call to thanks for God's provisions:

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.

Then we are reminded of Jesus's parable of wheat and weeds (good and evil people) growing side by side, with a prayer that we will be wholesome wheat.

1. 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.
2. Then a time for soul searching regarding the separation of weeds from fruitful ears:

1. 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.
2. Finally, a prayer for purification that we truly will be gathered as God's good harvest, "free from sorrow, free from sin":
3. 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 garner to abide;
   Come, with all Thine angels come,
   Raise the glorious harvest home.