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Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys
I know not what I was playing
Or what I was dreaming then
But I struck one chord of music
Like the sound of a great Amen
Like the sound of a great Amen
It flooded the crimson twilight
Like the close of an angel's psalm
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm
It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life
It linked all perplexed meanings
Into one perfect piece
And it trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease
I have sought, but I seek it vainly
That one lost chord divine
Which came from the soul of the organ
And entered into mine
It may be that death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen
It may be that death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen
Written by: Adelaide Anne Procter, Sir Arthur Sullivan
