Open main menu

The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Come, Ye Disconsolate


\version "2.16.2" 
\header { tagline = ##f title = \markup { "Come, Ye Disconsolate" "         " "78" } subsubtitle = "(CONSOLATOR. 11,10,11,10)" composer = "Samuel Webbe, 1792" poet = "Thomas Moore, 1816" }
\score { << \override Score.BarNumber #'break-visibility = #'#(#f #f #f) << \new Staff \with {midiInstrument = #"flute"} { \key c \major \time 4/4 \relative c'' {
  <g c,>2 <e c>4 << { c4 } \\ { c4 } >> |
  <a' c,>4. <g c,>8 <g c,>2 |
  << { f4. ( g8 ) } \\ { c,2 } >> <a' c,>4 <b f> |
  <c e,>4. ( <g d>8 ) <g c,>4 r4 | \break
  <e c>2 <e c>4 <e c> |
  <f c>4. <f c>8 <a f>2 |
  <g d>2 <fis c>4 <fis c> |
  <g b,>2 r2 | \break
  <c e,>2 <b e,>4 <a f> |
  <g e>4. <f d>8 <e c>4 r4 |
  <c' e,>2 << { d8 [ c ] b [ a ] } \\ { f4 f } >> |
  <g e>4. ( <f d>8 ) <e c>4 r4 | \break
  <g e> ( <e' g,> ) <e g,> <c e,> |
  <c f,> <a f>2 <f d>4 |
  <e c>2 <d b>4. <d b>8 |
  << { c1 } \\ { c1 } >> \bar "|."
  <f c>2 <e c> \bar ".." 
  } }
%\new Lyrics \lyricmode {
%\set stanza = #"1."
%\markup\smallCaps {A}2 -- \markup\smallCaps {men.} 
%}
\new Staff \with {midiInstrument = #"flute"} { \clef bass \key c \major \relative c {
  <e c>2 <g c,>4 <e c> |
  <f c>4. <e c>8 <e c>2 |
  << { c'2 } \\ { a4. ( e8 ) } >> <c' f,>4 <g d> |
  << { g4. ( f8 ) } \\ { c2 } >> <e c>4 r4 |
  <g c,>2 <g c,>4 <g bes,> |
  <c a,>4. <c a,>8 <c f,,>2 |
  <b d,>2 <a d,>4 <a d,> |
  << { g2 } \\ { g2 } >> r2 |
  <g c,>2 <g c,>4 << { a8 b } \\ { c,4 } >> |
  <c' c,>4. <g c,>8 <g c,>4 r4 |
  <g c,>2 <a f>4 <c f,> |
  << { c4. ( g8 ) } \\ { c,2 } >> <g' c,>4 r4 |
  << { g4 ( c ) } \\ { c,2 } >> <c' c,>4 <g c,> |
  <a f> <c f,>2 <a f>4 |
  << { g2 } \\ { g2 } >> <f g,>4. <f g,>8 |
  <e c>1 |
  <a f,>2 <g c,> } } 
  >> >>
\layout { indent = #0 }
\midi { \tempo 4 = 74 } }


1.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.
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.'
3.Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
Come to the feast pre-pared; come, ever knowing
'Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove.' Amen.