Aeterne rerum conditor
  • Kathy
    Posts: 5,398

    This is my translation of the great Matins hymn by St. Ambrose, one of the four universally acknowledged to be his own--according to St. Augustine's testimony.

    Eternal maker of all things
    Of day and night the sov'reign King,
    Refreshing mortals, You arrange
    The rhythm of the seasons' change

    The rooster sounds his morning cry
    --Throughout the night he watched the sky--
    For travelers, a guiding light
    To tell the watches of the night.

    The morning star that hears the cry
    Dispels the darkness from the sky.
    The demons, hearing the alarm
    Abandon all their paths of harm.

    The sailor hears and he is brave;
    The sea becomes a gentle wave.
    The rooster's call reached Peter's ears:
    He washed away his sins in tears.

    Our wav'ring hearts, Lord Jesus, see.
    O look upon us, make us free,
    For in Your gaze no fault can stay,
    And sins by tears are washed away.

    O Light, upon our senses shine.
    Dispel our sleepiness of mind,
    That we may sing Your morning praise,
    Then, vows fulfilling, live our days.

    c. 2010 Kathleen Pluth
  • Kathy
    Posts: 5,398
    Happy feast of St. Ambrose!