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1140. Come, Ye Disconsolate

This version of the lyrics, found in modern hymnals, incorporates changes by Thomas Hastings in his Spiritual Songs for Social Worship, 1831:

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.

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.

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.

Moore's original version:

1. Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.

3. Come, ask the infidel what boon he brings us,
What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,
Sweet is that heavenly promise Hope sings us—
Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish
Title: Come, Ye Disconsolate
Author: Thomas Moore (1816)
Meter: 11.10.11.10
Language: English
Source: Sacred Songs, 1816
Copyright: Public Domain
Notes: Alternate tune: BEEBE, Walter O. Wilkinson, 1895
Tune Information
Name: CONSOLATOR
Composer: Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1792)
Meter: 11.10.11.10
Incipit: 53165 54567 15333
Key: C Major
Source: Collection of Motetts or Antiphons (London: 1792)
Copyright: Public Domain



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