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183. Come, Ye Disconsolate

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 Heav'n 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 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 of love, come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but Heav'n can remove.

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
Publication Date: 1927
Topic: Call and Repentance
Tune Information
Name: [Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish]
Composer: Samuel Webbe
Meter: 11,10,11,10
Key: C Major



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