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- (Posted 2017-10-29) CPDL #47103:
- Editor: Nikolaus Hold (submitted 2017-10-29). Score information: A4, 1 page, 46 kB Copyright: CC BY NC
- Edition notes: Transcribed from "Sängerhain" (details in pdf file), there titled: "Die Abendglocken".
- CPDL #33089:
- Editor: Kris Van Bruwaene (submitted 2014-10-06). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 262 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Arrangement for SATB by Fr. Häußler
General Information
Title: Die Nacht
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Lyricist: Wilhelm Flotocreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: Unknown
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Original text and translations
German text
Die Abendglocken rufen
das weite Tal zur Ruh,
die Herden von den Bergen,
sie ziehn dem Dörfchen zu.
Welch feierliches Schweigen,
die Blumen fromm sich neigen,
sie kommt in ihrer Pracht,
die stille Nacht.
Da schmücket sich der Himmel
mit Sternen groß und klein,
da kommt der Mond gezogen
in hellem Demantschein.
Wohin ich immer spähe,
fühlt alles deine Nähe,
fühlt alles deine Macht,
o stille Nacht!