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Come, Ye Disconsolate 78
(CONSOLATOR. 11,10,11,10)
Thomas Moore,1816 Samuel Webbe,1792
  1. 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 can - not 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 can - not cure.'
  3. Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing
    Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
    Come to the feast pre-pared; come, ever knowing
    'Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove.' Amen.