I first sung this particular hymn about seven years ago during our Church's' missions conference. I was intrigued with the melody as it seemed "haunting"to me at the time; now I think the music actually causes me to focus more on the words.
"Come, Ye Thankful People, Come"
"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."
"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."
To Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou They people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, forever purified,
In They presence to abide:
Raise the glorious harvest home."