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.