Come, ye disconsolate

1. Come, ye disconsolate

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3. 1.

   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.

4. Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;

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6. 2.

7. Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!

   Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,

   “Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot cure.”

8. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

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10. 3. 

    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.

11. Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing