162. Come, Ye Disconsolate

Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel!
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, living and pure;
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

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First Line: Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish
Title: Come, Ye Disconsolate
Author: Moore
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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