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*'''CPDL #2825:''' [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/sheet/bruckner/bruc-tro.pdf {{pdf}}]   
*'''CPDL #2825:''' [{{SERVER}}/wiki/images/sheet/bruckner/bruc-tro.pdf {{pdf}}]   
{{Editor|Kjetil Aaman|2001-06-22}}'''Score information:''' 276 kbytes   {{Copy|CPDL}}
{{Editor|Kjetil Aaman|2001-06-22}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|276}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Edition notes:''' A4 page size
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==General Information==
==General Information==
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{{Composer|Anton Bruckner}}
{{Composer|Anton Bruckner}}


'''Number of voices:''' 4vv&nbsp;&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' TTBB<br>
{{Voicing|4|TTBB}}<br>
'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Sacred| music}}, [[:Category:Anthems|Anthems]] <br>
{{Genre|Sacred|Anthems}}
{{Language|German}}
{{Language|German}}
'''Instruments:''' {{acap}}<br>
'''Instruments:''' {{acap}}<br>
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|German}}
{{Text|German}}
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[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Anthems]]
[[Category:TTBB]]
[[Category:Romantic music]]
[[Category:Romantic music]]

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Editor: Kjetil Aaman (submitted 2001-06-22).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 276 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Trösterin Musik
Composer: Anton Bruckner

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: German
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description:

External websites:

Original text and translations

German.png German text

Musik! Du himmlisches Gebilde,
Voll hoher Macht,
Voll süßer Milde.
Wir fühlen doppelt tief dein Walten
Wenn uns ein Leid das Herz gespalten.
Der Schmerzens wogen wirres Drängen
Es glättet sich vor deinen Klängen.
Besänftigt all die Fluten,
Ziehen ins weite Meer der Harmonien.
Wie Orgelton,
Wie Meereswogen,
Kommt dann der Trost ins Herz gezogen
Und stillt der Seele wildes Sehnen,
Und lost das Weh
In milde Tränen.