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