Come, Ye Disconsolate

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 Heav’n can­not heal.

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 Heav’n can­not cure.

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 Heav’n can re­move.