Come, Ye Disconsolate

Thomas Moore, 1816, v. 1, 2; Thomas Hastings, 1832, v.3

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.