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
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"