Come, Ye Disconsolate
Come, Ye Disconsolate
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.
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.”
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.
Altered by Thomas Hastings (1784–1872)
IRISH POET Thomas Moore is best known for his ballads like “The Last Rose of Summer” and “Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms.” One writer called Moore “one of the strangest of all men to write hymns.” The son of a Dublin grocer, Moore was educated at Trinity College in Dublin, but he could not graduate because he was Roman Catholic. After a short career in government, he devoted himself to writing and became known as the “Voice of Ireland.” Many were surprised when Moore published his Sacred Song-Duets in 1824.
“Come, Ye Disconsolate,” which was originally titled “Relief in Prayer,” has undergone some revision since Moore wrote it, but the original version contained the same message.
I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”
Revelation 21:3-4
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