Come Ye Disconsolate

Come, ye disconsolate (Lyrics: Thomas Moore altered by Thomas Hastings, Music: Samuel Webbe Sn.) Verse 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. Verse 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.”