Music! You heavenly creation
Full of exalted power and sweet gentleness,
We feel your workings twice as deeply
When sorrow has split our hearts.
To the wild surge of waves of pain
Your sounds bring smoothness,
All the waters move calmly 
Into the open ocean of harmonies.
Like an organ sounding, like waves of the sea
Consolation is then drawn into the heart
To quieten the wild longing of the soul
And dissolve the pain into soft tears.

Music! You heavenly creation
Full of exalted power and sweet gentleness,
You keep tapping with a quiet finger 
On hearts in the deepest of pains.
And when the soul broken by sorrow 
No longer hears any word speaking comfort,
When the long since muted, silent laments
Are borne in tearless sorrow:
The heart then feels in the strains of an organ 
A noble, heavenly reconciliation,
Finding in the sound of songs
The final comfort of tears come again.