🎵 OpenPsalm

Verse 1 Come, ye disconsolate,
where'er ye languish;
Come at the mercy seat,
fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts,
here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow
that heav'n cannot heal.

Verse 2 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."

Verse 3 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.