Come, ye disconsolate, where’er you languish,

Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;

Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal.

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 heaven can not cure.

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 heaven can remove.