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 heav’n 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 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 of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heav’n can remove.
Thomas Moore, 1824, (v. 1-2); Thomas Hastings, 1832, (v. 3).
Read Isaiah 55:1-7.
(It is an amazing thing to grasp that the Creator, Sustainer of the Universe, The Holy One of Israel, issues such genuine, gracious invitations. Come, find hope, find healing, find mercy, find peace, find forgiveness. Jesus echoes Isaiah’s words in John 7 when He invited anyone who would to come and drink from the water of life freely. The invitation remains open.)