Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish
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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.
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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."
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Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowingForth from the throne of God, pure from above;Come to the feast of love—come, ever knowingEarth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.