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. 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 Heav'n 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 Heav'n can remove.Coros celestiales Могуществом Своим владычествует Он اداسىپ جۇرگەندە ازاپ شەگىپ ạlḥlm Ач жүрөгүң, азгырылбай сен шайтанга Босые ноги горячий песок ạ̉sẖdw llmlk ạ̉nạ hạfrḥ byk Vaz geçtim ben dünyadan Diri Kurtarıcı'ya Kulluk Ediyorum
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