Sunday's Hymn: Come, Ye Disconsolate

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 sorrows that heav’n cannot heal.

Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
“Earth has no sorrows 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 prepared; come ever knowing
Earth has no sorrows but heav’n can remove.

—Thomas Moore

 Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• What Are You Looking Forward To? at The Outspoken Tulip
• God Is Working His Purpose Out at The Happy Wonderer
• Huswifery at That I May Know
• In the hollow of the Redeemer’s hand at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 23, 2019 at The Thirsty Theologian