T. Moore

11.10.11.10.

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.

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Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!

Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,

“Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.”

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Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing

Forth from the throne of God, pure from above:

Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing

Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.