Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.
Samuel John Stone (1839-1900)
Come, ye thankful people, come (#ulink_6dc265f0-997c-5d63-afe4-594c8f478436)
The work of the noted scholar Dean Henry Alford of Canterbury, ‘Come, ye thankful people, come’ is an established favourite with congregations at harvest festivals, although it appears in a number of variant forms. Its original title was, indeed, ‘After Harvest’. Alford had had a precocious start as a hymn writer, publishing a Collection of Hymns for Sundry Occasions at the tender age of 11.
Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All be 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 together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O harvest Lord, 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 purge away
All that doth offend, that day;
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;
Bring thy final harvest home;
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There for ever purified
In thy garner to abide:
Come, with all thine angels come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!
Henry Alford (1810-71)
Come down, O love divine (#ulink_36f3ca57-71f5-5120-a0e7-b7970db8f9d3)
This hymn was written by the Italian Bianco da Siena. He trained originally as an apprentice in wool in Siena and at 17 became a member of a mystic lay order that followed St Augustine’s rule. He was the author of several hymns. This particular hymn, a favourite choice for weddings, asks the Holy Spirit to fill the hearts of the faithful with a deep sense of God’s presence. It owes its modern popularity to the tune (‘Down Ampney’) composed for this hymn by the English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams.
Come down, O love divine,
Seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardour glowing.
O comforter, draw near,
Within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.
O let it freely burn,
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
And let Thy glorious light