A quiet angel travels
Through this earthly land,
The Lord has sent him as a comfort 
For the deficiencies of the earth.
Peace is in his gaze,
And gentle, soft benevolence;
Oh, follow him ever here below,
The angel of patience!

He ever leads you faithfully
Through all earthly suffering,
And speaks so encouragingly
Of a better time to come.
For even if you are near to utter despair,
He is full of good cheer;
He helps you bear your cross
And leads everything to a good end.

He transforms the most bitter pain 
Of your soul into gentle melancholy,
And immerses your unruly heart
In quiet humility.
Little by little he makes
The dark hour bright again,
He heals every wound
Surely, even if not quickly.

He is not angry about your tears
When he wishes to comfort you;
He does not reproach your yearning,
He only makes it pious and still.
And when in the roaring of the storm
You grumblingly ask: why?
He then points upward,
Mutely, but smiling gently.

He does not immediately have 
An answer ready for every question,
His watchword is: endure,
The resting-place is not far!
Thus he walks beside you,
And does not speak very much,
And thinks only of what is distant,
Of the beautiful, great goal.