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 sorrows that heav'n cannot heal.
2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
"Earth has no sorrows 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 prepared; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrows but heav'n can remove.
|First Line:||Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish|
|Author (sts. 1-2):||Thomas Moore|
|Author (st. 3):||Thomas Hastings|
|Meter:||11. 10. 11. 10.|
|Topic:||Christ: Comforter; Christian Life: Consolation; Funerals(3 more...)|