Lirik Lagu Come Ye Thankful People - Tennessee Ernie Ford
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
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 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.
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 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, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious 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;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,Giving 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, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.
