Come, ye dis- con-so-late, wher - e'er you
languish, Come, at the mer-cy - seat fer-vent-ly kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your an-guish,
Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven can-not heal.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your an-guish,
"Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal."
135. Come, ye Disconsolate.
1 COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts,-here tell your anguish,
Earth hath no sorrow that. Heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
"Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”
136. The Dawn of Day.
1 FATHER of mercies, when the day is dawning,
Then will I pay my vows to thee;
Like incense wafted on the breath of morning,
My heartfelt praise to thee shall be.
2 Yes-thou art near me, sleeping or waking,
Still doth thy love unchanged remain;
Where'er I wander, thy ways forsaking,
O lead me gently back again.
Gay sprang the flowe-rets of the mead,
2 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo,
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
3 Come, freely come, by sin opprest,
Unburthen here the weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
Safe on the bosom of thy God:
Thy God's thy Savior, glorious word,
That sheaths the avenger's glittering sword.
4 As spring the winter,-day, the night,
Peace, sorrow's gloom hath chased away,
And smiling joy, a seraph bright,
Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay;
While glory weaves the immortal crown,
And waits to claim thee for her own
all the earth thou art; Dear desire of eve - ry
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