Come Ye Disconsolate

1 

Come, you disconsolate, where'er you languish;

come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;

earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal.

2 

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!

Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,

"Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure."

3 

Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing

forth from the throne of God, pure from above.

Come to the feast prepared; come, ever knowing

earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove.

 

Thomas Moore United Kingdom 1779-1852.

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