Learned Paul, thy sounding voice,
A trumpet, makes the church rejoice
Thou flying cloud of fiery birth,
Thy wisdom circles all the earth.
Speak to our souls, thou voice divine,
Let radiance in our bosoms shine;
Refresh us with thy heavenly dew,
Our faith, our hope, our love renew.
Great was thy merit, great the prize,
When thou didst unto heaven arise
And hear those words mysterious there,
That to repeat thou didst not dare.
While thou the heavenly word didst sow,.
Vast was the harvest here below;
The fruit unto thy labors given,
Plenish the granaries of heaven.
Peter Damian (988 - 1072) Italy
Translated by Daniel Joseph Donahoe
Source: Early Christian hymns, Series II: translations of the verses of the early and middle ages by Daniel Joseph Donahoe, 1911
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