"Come, Ye Disconsolate"

Our dear friend Frances recently introduced us to this moving song, a beautiful invitation to bring our wounds and our neediness to the Lord. Are you disconsolate? Lonely? Comfortless? Discouraged? Wounded? Needy? Let the words of this song bring a balm to your weary heart. 

1. 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.
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 heav’n 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 heav’n can remove.

Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 

Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, 

and you will find rest for your souls. 

For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.

Matthew 11: 28-30