242 Come, Ye Disconsolate
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come at the mercy seat fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure; Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure. 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 sorrow that heav'n cannot cure. Oh, to the Saviour come, He will receive you, For He has felt mare than sinners can feel; List how He intercedes, He will relieve you, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. Angels with sympathy, look down from heaven They would entreat you His love to secure; None ever sought in vain, all are forgiven, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure. Come, ere the lamp of life ceases its burning, Ere deaths cold waters shall over you steal; Come while poor penitents gladly are turning, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. |