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Text: | Come, ye Disconsolate |
Author: | Thomas Moore |
Author (v. 3): | T. Hastings |
Tune: | CONSOLATOR |
Composer: | Samuel Webbe |
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 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish |
Title: | Come, ye Disconsolate |
Author: | Thomas Moore (1816) |
Author (v. 3): | T. Hastings (1832) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Call and Repentance; Aspiration and Hope |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CONSOLATOR |
Composer: | Samuel Webbe (1816) |
Key: | C Major |