(Like a flower of the field)

Ambrosian Hymn of the Morning Prayer of the Office of the dead.

This life is like a flower of the field; it germinates
and grows and blooms in just one morning,
but already droops at nightfall:
oh eternal Word of the Father, save me!

When the earthly light flickers,
no human power succours:
from the threat of fire rescue,
oh Redeemer, your faithful servant.

May the noble garment become white again,
shake off the dust of these roads;
thus I'll be blissful
eternally at the King's table.

You descended to the realm of the dead
and gave my life;
the gates of hell are overshaken,
the way to heaven is opened.

I, like the thief, beg you, Jesus:
remember me in your kingdom.
Oh crucified Lord,
gather us in the Father's house.
Amen.

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