477 - 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
has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
2
Joy
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."
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 heaven can remove.
