Come, Ye Disconsolate
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m: Samuel Webbe, Sr., 1792
w: Thomas Moore, 1816; alt. by Thomas Hastings, 1831

[Verse 1]
Come, Ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,
come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

[Verse 2]
Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
"Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure."

[Verse 3]
Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.