---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Alfred Lambourne
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 17
number: 9
published: 1914-07
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Alfred Lambourne, "“The Broken-Hearted Come to Thee for Cure”," *Improvement Era* 17, no. 9 (July 1914): 825.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1709unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera1709unse
start_page: 825
end_page: 825
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1914-07)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1709unse
  publication_year: 1914
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1914, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# “The Broken-Hearted Come to Thee for Cure”

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Selected from "Holly and Easter Lilies."

Lo, as at morn a dove that upward springs,

Bathes glad its plumage in expanse of light,

So we, in words of love, O King of Kings,

Behold a dawn that follows after night.

The weary one doth ever near Thee draw,

The broken-hearted come to Thee for cure;

All tenderness and just Thy simple law,

Thy life all spotless as the lilies pure.

As beautiful the lilies to our eyes,

So is Thy gift of Love unto the soul;

Aye, still we learn that in Thy teaching lies

The perfect Love to make our beings whole.

Thy master Love shall triumph, Prince of Peace,

And one by one the thoughts of hate decay

Thy blameless conquest, may it never cease,

As age to age the future rolls away!

Alfred Lambourne.