Come Ye Disconsolate

This 19th century hymn calls those in need of comfort to the one place where it can really be found –  in the presence of our God, who is ready to offer mercy and grace. We are never far from needing this reminder!

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.

~ Thomas Moore, 1816

Source: Timeless Truths

John Everett Millais – A Wife – Face in Both Hands She Knelt on the Carpet, 1863

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