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 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.

Text: Thomas Moore, 1779–1852.

 Verse three, Thomas Hastings, 1784–1872

Music: Samuel Webbe, 1740–1816

Hold on a Little Longer

BY PRESIDENT DIETER F.UCHTDORF

Second Counselor in the First Presidency

January Ensign,  2010

"The Lord has blessed you with a testimony of the truth. You have felt His influence and witnessed His power. And if you continue to seek Him, He will continue to grant you sacred experiences. With these and other spiritual gifts, you will be able not only to change your own life for the better but also to bless your homes, wards or branches, communities, cities, states, and nations with your goodness.

It may be hard to see that at times, but hold on a little longer, for “eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him” and wait for Him (1 Corinthians 2:9; see also D&C 76:10; 133:45)."

“There is in every true woman's heart,  a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity,  but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.”

Washington Irving quotes I pray that we can all overcome our obstacles in this life and let the refiner's fire make us  more capable of experiencing joy. xo