Come, Ye Disconsolate

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 heav'n cannot heal.
 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 heav'n cannot cure."
 There is hope and joy in its pastures;
 there is life and light in its stores.
 There is peace and love in its meadows;
 there is healing on its shores!
 There is peace and love in its teachings;
 there is comfort in its words.
 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 heav'n can remove.