Come Ye Disconsolate

Come, ye disconsolate, wherever 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.

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."

I said, earth has no sorrow that

Heaven cannot cure