Come, Ye Disconsolate!

On Sunday evening, we sang a hymn I had not sung (or even heard) for quite a while. These truths, expressed poetically and set to moving music, brought tears to my eyes as they were yet another reminder that hurting hearts are all around us.

What a blessing to remember...
"Earth has no sorrow that [God] cannot cure!"

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.

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.”

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 Heav’n can remove.