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 sorrows that heav'n cannot heal.
2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
hope of the penitent, fadelss and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
"Earth has no sorrows that heav'n 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 heav'n can remove.
|First Line:||Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish|
|Title:||Come, Ye Disconsolate, Where'er Ye Languish|
|Author (st. 1-2):||Thomas Moore (1816; alt.)|
|Author (st. 3):||Thomas Hastings (1832)|
|Topic:||Funerals; The Christian Life: Consolation; Christ: Comforter(1 more...)|
|Composer:||Samuel Webbe (1792; arr.)|
|The Art of Hymn Playing: 250 Introductions, Preludes, Free Accompaniments, & Alternate Harmonizations 2nd Edition||The Organist's Library, Vol. 51||COME, YOU DISCONSOLATE (Gray Psalter 538)||The Art of Hymn Playing Volume II - Introductions, Preludes, Free Accompaniments, and Alternate Harmonizations|