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Come Ye Disconsolate

by admin on May 18, 2010

This text by Irish poet Thomas Moore is powerfully affecting. When tossed by the woes and cares of this fallen world, the consolations of Christ are a soothing balm–not just for the eventuality of Heaven but for the here and now. As the third verse reminds us, the sacrament of communion not only restores us as a means of grace but also points to the great consummation and the Marriage Supper of the Lamb.  What double comfort indeed!

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.

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