Come, ye disconsolate

312 Consolation (Webbe). 11. 10. 11. 10.

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;
   Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel!
   Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
   Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
   Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure,
   Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,
   Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
   Forth from the throne of God, living and pure;
   Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
   Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
                         Thomas Moore
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition

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I don't recall ever singing this song, but it appears in over 1500 hmnals. The author of this hymn was an interesting person. You might find his bio linked above interesting—or not…
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