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 desolate ! 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.