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.
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."
There is hope and joy in its pastures,
There is life and light in its stores,
There is peace and love in its meadows,
There is healing on its shores!
There is peace and love in its teachings,
There is comfort in its words.
Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Flow 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.