#286: Come, Ye Disconsolate

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

1

Come, ye disconsolate, where-e’er ye languish —

Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel;

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish,

Earth has no sorrow that heav’n 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 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 of love, come ever knowing

Earth has no sorrow but heav’n can remove.

 

 

 

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