Lyrics
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1. 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 heav’n cannot heal.
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2. 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 heav’n cannot cure.”
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3. Here 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 heav’n can remove.
Text: Thomas Moore, 1779–1852. Verse three, Thomas Hastings, 1784–1872
Music: Samuel Webbe, 1740–1816
- Book
- Hymns
- Hymn Number
- 115
- Music
- Samuel Webbe, 1740–1816
- Text
- Thomas Moore, 1779-1852. Verse three, Thomas Hastings, 1784-1872
- Scriptures
- Doctrine and Covenants 136:29, Hebrews 4:16
- Meter
- 11 10 11 10
- Topic
- Comfort, Funeral, Repentance, Trials
- Tune
- Consolation
- Languages