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==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
Aanders Herre, du skal raade
for de Skatte du mig gav.
O, men vis mig og din Naade,
naar min Sang er Stilnet af:
thi alt mer mit Hjerte banker
i usigelige Tanker
ved den store Livets Gaade.
 
Lad min Sangerkrands da slynges
hen i Støv paa Glemsels Kyst,
naar kun hist, hvor Alt forynges
Sjelens Dyb har lutret Røst;
naar kun der jeg griber Tonen
i det store Kvad for Thronen,
som til Himlens Harper synges.
</poem>


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Revision as of 15:16, 20 February 2013

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CPDL #28343:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif 
Editor: Arvid Grøtting (submitted 2013-02-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 72 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: ISMN 979-0-66118-079-1


General Information

Title: En Sangers Bøn
Composer: Friedrich August Reissiger
Lyricist: Johan Sebastian Welhaven

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB

Genre: UnknownUnknown

Language: Norwegian
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations

Norwegian.png Norwegian text

Aanders Herre, du skal raade
for de Skatte du mig gav.
O, men vis mig og din Naade,
naar min Sang er Stilnet af:
thi alt mer mit Hjerte banker
i usigelige Tanker
ved den store Livets Gaade.

Lad min Sangerkrands da slynges
hen i Støv paa Glemsels Kyst,
naar kun hist, hvor Alt forynges
Sjelens Dyb har lutret Røst;
naar kun der jeg griber Tonen
i det store Kvad for Thronen,
som til Himlens Harper synges.