Once each summer [sometimes even twice], our family would invite the Sisters of St. Francis to come join us in the great northern woods of Wisconsin at our family resort.
These ladies, who took their vows of poverty quite seriously and lived their lives in Contemplative Prayer and dedication of service to the poor, would come to spend a week with us and bring with them their centuries old traditions first enfleshed by their namesake, St. Francis of Asissi.
These ladies would sing their morning matins [prayers] and, too their evening prayers called vespers [or the compline].
I remember as a young boy the first time I heard this song because I was sitting in a boat in the middle of our lake when the sisters all came down to the lakeshore and sang it to the sunrise. It echoed off the shoreline and rippled off the water. It echoed and it rippled right through me.