477   Come Ye Disconsolate




[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 comfortless 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.