Wie ist der Abend stille,
Wie milde naht die Nacht,
Sieh, das ist Gottes Wille,
Der alles ruhen macht.
Es treibt der Hirt die Heerde
Der lieben Heimath zu,
Und rings die Mutter Erde,
Hüllt mählich sich in Ruh.
Und schlägt in all dem Frieden
Unruhig noch dein Herz?
Giebt sich noch nicht zufrieden
Dein Sorgen und dein Schmerz?
O gieb dich hin der süßen,
Der stillen Gottesruh,
Sieh, milde Hände schließen
Dir alle Wunden zu.
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Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ingeborg (Starck) Bronsart von Schellendorf (1840 - 1913), "Abendlied", op. 16 (Fünf Gedichte) no. 1, published 1882 [ voice and piano ], Breslau, Hainauer [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Eduard Lassen (1830 - 1904), "Abendlied", op. 79 (Sechs Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung) no. 3, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Breslau, Hainauer [sung text not yet checked]
- by Julius Emil Leonhard (1810 - 1883), "Abendfeier", op. 14 (Lieder für Mezzo-Sopran oder Bariton mit Pianoforte), Heft 2 no. 1, published 1846 [ mezzo-soprano or baritone and piano ], Hamburg, Schuberth und Co. [sung text not yet checked]
- by Johann Jakob Nater (1826 - 1906), "Abendlied", op. 5 (Sechs deutsche Lieder) no. 5, published 1853 [ voice and piano ], Zürich, Fries [sung text not yet checked]
- by Johannes Pache (1857 - 1897), "Abend", op. 59 (Drei Duette in Canonform mit Pianoforte) no. 3, published 1888 [ duet with piano ], Leipzig, Robolsky [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Evening song", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-09-29
Line count: 16
Word count: 76
How quiet is the evening,
How gently night draws near!
Behold, that is the will of God,
Who lulls everything to rest.
The shepherd drives his flock
Toward the beloved home,
And round about, Mother Earth
Gradually shrouds herself in quietude.
And amidst all this peace
Does your heart still beat restlessly?
Has your worrying and your pain
Not yet subsided?
Oh, give yourself over to the sweet,
The quiet peace of God.
Behold, gentle hands shall [healingly]
Close all your wounds.