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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 sorrow that heaven cannot heal!
2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure—
Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love;
Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.
Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816.
Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings.