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477 – Come, Ye Disconsolate

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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 of the penitent, fadeless and pure!

Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,

“Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.”

3

Here see the bread of life; 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.