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 sorrows that heaven cannot heal. 

2. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! 
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, 
“Earth has no sorrows 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 prepared; come, ever knowing 
Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove.

Stanzas 1-2: Thomas Moore; Stanza 3: Thomas Hastings