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<h2>COME, YE DISCONSOLATE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.” Jeremiah 31:13</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_o_moore_t.jpg" alt="Thomas Moore (1779-1852)" width="133.333333333333" height="196.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_moore_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Moore</a>, <em>Sacred Songs</em>, 1816.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Consolator,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webbe_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Webbe, Sr.</a>, <em>Collection of Motetts or Antiphons</em> (London, England: 1792) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_consoltr.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webbe_s_sr.gif" alt="Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-1816)" width="124" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<p class="just"><em>This version of the lyrics, found in modern hymnals, incorporates changes by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_hastings_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Hastings</a> in his </em>Spiritual Songs for Social Worship<em>, 1831. The original lyrics are at the bottom of this page.</em></p>
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<p>Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,<br>
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Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.<br>
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Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;<br>
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Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.</p>
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<p>Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,<br>
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Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!<br>
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Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,<br>
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“Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.”</p>
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<p>Here see the bread of life, see waters flowing<br>
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Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.<br>
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Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing<br>
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Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.</p>
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<p><em>Here are Moore’s original lyrics:</em></p>
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<p>Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,<br>
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Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;<br>
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Here bring your wounded hearts; here tell your anguish;<br>
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Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.</p>
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<p>Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,<br>
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Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure;<br>
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Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,<br>
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“Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.”</p>
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<p>Come, ask the infidel what boon he brings us,<br>
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What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,<br>
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Sweet is that heavenly promise Hope sings us—<br>
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“Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.”</p>
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