Reformed Press Hymnal ‎#48

48. Come, Ye Disconsolate

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.

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."

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 Information

• First Line: Come, ye disconsolate, wheree'er ye languish
• Title: Come, Ye Disconsolate
• Author: Thomas Moore
• Author: Thomas Hastings
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1934

Tune Information

• Name: [Come, ye disconsolate, wheree'er ye languish]
• Composer: Samuel Webbe
• Key: D♭ Major