The rich man’s wealth is his strong city;
the destruction of the poor is their poverty.
Daily Bible Reading:
Inspiring Hymns #15
Come, Ye Thankful People
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 unto His praise to yield’ Wheat and tares to gather 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.
Even so, Lord, quickly come To 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.
Words: Henry Alford
Music: George J. Elvey