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 heaven 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 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.
Come Ye Disconsolate, Hymn 115
I know thee, O my Savior
And seek thy endless grace
For mercy and for comfort
Until I see thy face.
I honor thy Atonement,
I need thy help today
To be a better servant
To follow and obey.
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As children of our Father,
We’ve left our heavenly home
To come to earth for testing
And often feel alone.
Each of us need thee, Savior,
For we can’t find the way
Through darkness and confusion
Back to eternal day.
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Just as thou helped the beggars
Thou asketh me to bless
My brothers and my sisters,
To bless as I’ve been blessed.
How often thou hast helped me
When I cried out at night.
I go to help the weary, the poor
Bearing thy light.
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Thy hands were pierced and bleeding
As thou for me didst die.
My hands will serve and labor,
Thy teachings I’ll apply.
When I seek out the suffering,
Both sinning and sinless,
Thy hands shall strengthen my hands.
In blessing, I’ll be blessed.
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David P. Vandagriff
Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved
Can be sung to the tune of “If You Could Hie to Kolob”, Hymns, 284
Re-post of a hymn that always applies to you or someone you know.
Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not thee o’erflow,
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee, and sanctify to thee,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply.
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, thy dross to consume,
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
This hymn draws extensively from Isaiah. See Isaiah 41:10, 51:10, 1:23,25
How Firm a Foundation
Hymn 85
Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not thee o’erflow,
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee, and sanctify to thee,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply.
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, thy dross to consume,
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
This hymn draws extensively from Isaiah. See Isaiah 41:10, 51:10, 1:23,25
How Firm a Foundation
Hymn 85
Sometimes, our lives are easy and sometimes they are difficult. For those times when life feels like a big battle, I appreciate the old words of Charles Wesley, included in one of my favorite hymns. Even more importantly when I’m in a battle, trying to do what is right, feeling like I’m losing, I’m happy the Savior is on my side.
Oh, that each in the day of His coming may say,
“I have fought my way thru;
I have finished the work thou didst give me to do.”
Oh, that each from his Lord may receive the glad word:
“Well and faithfully done;
Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne;
Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne.”
Come Let Us Anew
Hymn 217
Text by Charles Wesley
When dark clouds of trouble hang o’er us
And threaten our peace to destroy,
There is hope smiling brightly before us,
And we know that deliv’rance is nigh.
We doubt not the Lord nor his goodness.
We’ve proved him in days that are past.
We Thank Thee, O God, For a Prophet
Hymn 19
Come, listen to a prophet’s voice,
And hear the word of God,
And in the way of truth rejoice,
And sing for joy aloud.
We’ve found the way the prophets went
Who lived in days of yore.
Another prophet now is sent
This knowledge to restore.
Come Listen to a Prophet’s Voice
Hymn 21
I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain,
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.
I Need Thee Every Hour
Hymns no. 98
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 heaven 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 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.
Come Ye Disconsolate, Hymn 115