Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

1Come, 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.

2Joy of the comfortless, 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."

3Here see the Bread of Life; see 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.