I have hit a vein of tradition hymnody in Gather 3rd ed and a few of the texts are new to me.
This one by Henry Alford is set to St GEORGE’S WINDSOR. I found several variant texts and Gather’s version seems a bit more archaic than some, even without the “ye”s.
1 Come, you thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home!
all is safely gathered in
ere the winter storms begin:
God, our maker, does provide
for our wants to be supplied;
come,to God’s own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home!2 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.3 For the Lord our God shall come
and shall take his harvest home;
from his 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 God’s garner evermore.4 Even so, Lord, quickly come-
to your final harvest home!
gather all your people in
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there forever purified,
in your presence to abide
come, with all your angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest home!