{
  "title": "Come, ye thankful people, come",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "St. George's Windsor",
  "number": "615",
  "lyrics": "Come, ye thankful people, come,\nRaise the song of harvest home:\nAll is safely gathered in,\nEre the winter storms begin;\nGod, our Maker, doth provide\nFor our wants to be supplied:\nCome to God's own temple, come,\nRaise the song of harvest home.\n\nAll the world is God's own field,\nFruit unto his praise to yield;\nWheat and tares together sown,\nUnto joy or sorrow grown:\nFirst the blade, and then the ear,\nThen the full corn shall appear:\nLord of harvest, grant that we\nWholesome grain and pure may be.\n\nFor the Lord our God shall come,\nAnd shall take his harvest home;\nFrom his field shall in that day\nAll offences purge away;\nGive his angels charge at last\nIn the fire the tares to cast,\nBut the fruitful ears to store\nIn his garner evermore.\n\nEven so, Lord, quickly come\nTo thy final harvest home;\nGather thou thy people in,\nFree from sorrow, free from sin;\nThere for ever purified,\nIn thy presence to abide:\nCome, with all thine angels, come,\nRaise the glorious harvest home.",
  "first_line": "Come, ye thankful people, come,"
}