223 ~ 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 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.