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 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." 
 
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.