As long as we were in the world our eyes were peering.
Into the depth and we led our lives in the mud.
So St Jerome on Psalm 41 was writing.
I will go up to your glorious dwelling place, his only desire to laud.

Like the deer that yearns for springs of water.
So my soul is yearning for you my God.
Jerome’s commentary could not falter.
He raised the word out of buried sod.

His translation of the Bible into Latin.
Is peerless and used still today.
It is sung at laud and matin.
It’s cadences will never let us from truth to stray.

His Latin leads us to the spiritual life.
And he leads us from life’s strife.