1. Come, ye dis- con- so- late, wher- 'er ye lan- guish; Come to the mer- cy seat, fer- vent- ly kneel. Here bring your woun- ded hearts, here tell your an- guish; Earth has no sor- row that Heav'n can- not heal.

2. Joy of the des- o- late, light of the stray- ing, Hope of the pen- i- tent, fade- less and pure, Here speaks the Com- fort- er, ten- der- ly say- ing, "Earth has no sor- row that Heav'n can- not cure."

3. Here see the Bread of Life; see wa- ters flow- ing Forth from the throne of God, pure from a- bove; Come to the feast of love; come, ev- er know- ing Earth has no sor- row but Heav'n can re- move.