T. Moore
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.