Come Ye Disconsolate

We're reading Little Women - actually, we're listening to the audio book, and we're near the end of Book 2, which isn't Little Women, but Good Wives. Chapter 20 says,

"But [Amy] did show something better than brilliancy or skill, for she sang Beth's songs with a tender music in her voice which the best master could not have taught, and touched the listener's hearts with a sweeter power than any other inspiration could have given her. The room was very still, when the clear voice failed suddenly at the last line of Beth's favorite hymn. It was hard to say, 'Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.'"

I was curious, so I looked up those words and it led to a poem by Thomas More, which was altered to make it suitable as a hymn. Here are the lyrics, and the MIDI tune is here.

Come Ye Disconsolate

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.