<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><song><title>Come, Ye Disconsolate</title>
<lyrics>[V1]
 Come, ye disconsolate, wher'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.

[V2]
 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, &quot;Earth has no sorrow that Heav'n cannot cure.&quot;

[V3]
 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.</lyrics>
<key>C</key>
<author>Webbe, Samuel (1740-1816), Moore, Thomas (1779-1852), Hastings, Thomas (1784-1872)</author>
</song>