Come, Ye Disconsolate ! Wherever 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.

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.