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. 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. 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. |