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 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 heaven can remove.
|First Line:||Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish|
|Title:||Come, Ye Disconsolate|
|Author (sts. 1-2):||Thomas Moore (1824)|
|Author (st. 3):||Thomas Hastings (1831, alt.)|
|Composer:||Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1792)|