A,4 Come, ye disconsolate Thomas Moore Alt. by Thomas Hastings A D A E7 A Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, A D E B7 E E7 Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel. A D A A D A Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; A D A E7 A Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. A D A E7 A Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, A D E B7 E E7 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! A D A A D A Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, A D A E7 A "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure." A D A E7 A Here see the bread of life, see waters flowing A D E B7 E E7 Forth from the throne of God, pure from above. A D A A D A Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing A D A E7 A Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.