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Sola Online Worship eResource

We have re-organized and expanded our SOWeR hymns and music page, not only making it more searchable but also adding much more information for our subscribers. Each hymn on our site now has its own web page,with text-only lyrics for use in bulletins and overhead projection, downloadable image files with words and music, lead sheets with guitar chords, as well as pdf files of full hymn scores from the ReClaim Hymnal.

This is a work in progress; it will take some time to complete all of the hymns. Be sure to check back as our online repertoire of music keeps growing!

Sola's Quickguide to Hymn Tunes: 
Check out this table that shows common hymn tunes you'll find on SOWeR's Hymns and Music page. LI

List of Sola & Reclaim Hymns: Download and print this PDF for reference. 

Check out the printed versions:
ReClaim Hymnal Hardcover Pew Edition
ReClaim Hymnal Spiral-Bound Edition

Come, You Thankful People, Come

Public Domain

Lead Sheet (PDF)

melody and chords for guitar and voice (full page)

Key of F

Full Score (PDF)

four-part score for piano and organ (can be used as half-sheet bulletin insert)

Key of F

Music Image (PNG)

melody and words as an image file to paste into bulletins (cropped)

Key of F
Text: Henry Alford
Music: George J. Elvey
Tune: St. George's Windsor
LBW/WOV Hymn: #407
ReClaim/Sola Hymn: #261
Category: General;    Theme: Stewardship

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, 
Give his angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, 
But the fruitful ears to store In his 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 garner to abide.
Come, with all your angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home!