447. Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

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 hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying--
Earth hath 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 hath no sorrow but heaven can remove.

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First Line: Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish
Meter: 11,10.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1893
Topic: The Cross and Comfort
Notes: T. Moore.
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