Deines Kinds Gebet erhöre, Op. 96, No. 2 (Felix Mendelssohn)

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General Information

Title: Deines Kinds Gebet erhöre, Op. 96, No. 2
Work: Drei geistliche Lieder, Op. 96
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Soloist: Alto
Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: German
Instruments: Organ

First published: 1840
  2nd published: 1912 in Sammlung kirchlicher Lieder für den gemischten Chor (Heim, Hegar), Teil 3, no. 7

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

Deines Kinds Gebet erhöre,
Vater, schau auf mich herab;
meinen Augen Licht gewähre,
rette mich aus dunklem Grab.
Sonst verlacht der Feind mich Armen,
triumphiert in stolzer Pracht;
sonst verfolgt er ohn' Erbarmen
und verspottet deine Macht.

English.png English translation

Hear your child’s prayer, Father,
turn your eyes to me;
grant light to my eyes,
save me from the dark grave;
lest the fiend should laugh at my poor soul,
triumphing in proud splendor;
lest he should persecute me without mercy,
laughing your power to scorn.