438 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,

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.