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.
|First Line:||Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish|
|Title:||Come, Ye Disconsolate|
|Author (sts. 1, 2):||Thomas Moore, 1779-1852|
|Author (st. 3):||Thomas Hastings, 1784-1872|
|Meter:||11 10 11 10|
|Topic:||Body and Blood of Christ; Eucharist: Sacraments; Burdens(15 more...)|