Trouble-weary
Trouble-weary
Eyes, now bleary
From all tears and dark
with woe,
From their prison
Yearn for vision,
Up towards fair Salem go;
Oh, my pain it so
allays,
When on high I simply
gaze!
I hear winging
Voices singing,
Every kind, midst
angels’ song
Which inspires them
And which fires them
To praise God both
loud and long.
Oh, with joy my soul does
swell,
Gladly bids the world
farewell!
Grapes you offer,
Life’s fruit proffer,
Paradise – fruit
heaven-sent!
Roses greet me
Come to meet me
With the sweetness of
their scent;
Give time’s breath the
taste and smell
Of eternity as well.
See
the Lamb’s clear
Wedding
host here
In
procession wend their way,
As
if swimming
In
streams brimming
With
God’s sweet acclaim and praise.
Strait
the path and brief the time,
Oh,
your end is so sublime!
Heart
to ease us,
Gentle
Jesus,
Who for us dear heaven won;
See
your throng is
Racked
by longing
When
time’s day is almost done
When, sweet
bridegroom, will you come
Down to earth and
fetch me home?
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