Praise for the Lord (Expanded Edition) ‎#110

110. Come, Ye Disconsolate

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;
Come, at 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 now 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, wheree'er ye languish
• Title: Come, Ye Disconsolate
• Author: Thomas Moore (1818)
• Author (stanza 3): Thomas Hastings (1832)
• Meter: 11.10.11.10
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1997
• Scripture:
  Exodus 25:22
  ;
  Hebrews 4:16
• Topic: Invitation

Tune Information

• Name: CONSOLATOR
• Composer: Samuel Webbe (1792)
• Meter: 11.10.11.10
• Key: D Major