Lyrics
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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 heav'n cannot heal.
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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 heav'n cannot cure."
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3. 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 heav'n can remove.
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Text: Thomas Moore, 1779-1852. Verse three, Thomas Hastings, 1784-1872Music: Samuel Webbe, 1740-1816
- Book
- Hymnal
- Hymn Number
- 115
- Music
- Samuel Webbe, 1740-1816
- Text
- Thomas Moore, 1779-1852. Verse three, Thomas Hastings, 1784-1872
- Scriptures
- Doctrine and Covenants 136:29, Hebrews 4:16
- Meter
- 11 10 11 10
- Topic
- Comfort, Funeral, Repentance, Trials
- Tune
- Consolation
- Languages
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