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COMING TO CHRIST
|Come, Ye Disconsolate||78|
|Thomas Moore,1816||Samuel Webbe,1792|
- 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.
- 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.'
- 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.