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.

 2  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.

 3  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.