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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 water 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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish |
| Meter: | 11, 10, 11, 10 |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1918 |
| Topic: | Cross and Comfort |
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