Thomas Moore, who wrote the beautiful hymn was one of the
strangest of all men to write hymns.
He was an Irishman, a Roman Catholic, born in Dublin, May 28,
1779. Educated at Trinity
College, Dublin, he studied law in London, but his poetical success
decided him to make literature his life-work.
This he did, with one exception.
In 1804 he went to Bermuda as a government official. But the work
was very distasteful to him, he put it into the hands of a deputy,
traveled in America, and returned to England.
The deputy however, ran away with the proceeds of a ship and
cargo, and Moore was legally liable for thirty thousand dollars!
The poet was a little man, but he was full of courage.
At one time when Jeffrey, the famous critic was harsh with his
poems, Moore challenged him to a duel.
The police broke in just in time, but it was discovered that one
of the pistols had no bullet in it!
Jeffrey and Moore became fast friends.
The last three years of his life were sad ones, for he lost his
mental powers and required his wife’s constant care.
He died in his seventy-third year, February 26, 1852.
—Amos R. Wells
Come, Ye Disconsolate
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
to the mercy seat fervently kneel;
bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish,
has no sorrows that heav’n cannot heal.
Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
of the penitent, fadeless and pure,
speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying
has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure.”
Here see the Bread of life, see waters flowing
from the throne of God, boundless in love;
to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing
has no sorrows but heaven can remove.
Paul, Steve Green’s MIDI Hymnal, (Oak Harbor, WA: Logos
Research Systems, Inc.) 1998.