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INVITATION |
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COME, YE DISCONSOLATE I 1.10.1 1.10. |
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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 heaven cannot cure." |
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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 heaven can remove. |
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T. Moorb, 1816 |
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