Another visionary poem by Brorson

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?