Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel :
Here bring your wounded hearts,
here tell your anguish ;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven
cannot 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 cannot 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.