Come Ye Disconsolate

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish

Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying

Hope, hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, here

Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying

"Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure"

I said, "Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure"