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Come, Ye Disconsolate
Consolator II IO II 10
1. Come, ye dis - con - so - late, wher- e'er ye lan- guish, Come to the
mer - cy-seat, fer - vent-ly kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
THOMAS MOORE Altered
4 “And whosoever cometh
I will not cast him out." O welcome voice of Jesus,
Which drives away our doubt, Which calls us very sinners,
Unworthy though we be, Of love so free and boundless, To come, dear Lord, to Thee. Amen.
WILLIAM CHATTERTON Dıx
As the Saviour, Who would have us Come and gath-er round His feet? A - men.
It is God: His love looks mighty,
But is mightier than it seems; 'Tis our Father: and His fondness
Goes far out beyond our dreams. There's a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea; There's a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.
3 There is no place where earth's sorrows
Are more felt than up in heaven; There is no place where earth's failings
Have such kindly judgment given. There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good! There is mercy with the Saviour;
There is healing in His blood.