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Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

COME ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;

Come, at God’s altar fervently kneel;

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish:

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure:

Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,

“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven 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 heaven can remove.