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

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Edition notes: SAATB.

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Edition notes: Scores listed alphabetically by composer, some scores are also available as PDF files. Chorus section only.

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Edition notes: Includes alto solo.

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Edition notes: A cappella arrangement from Sammlung kirchlicher Lieder für den gemischten Chor (Heim, Hegar), German text.

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: Sacred, Anthem

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 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 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.