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.

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.