The Lost Chord

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 greatamen 
It flooded the crimson twilight 
Like the close of an angel's psalm 
And it lay on my fevered spirit 
With a touch ofinfinite 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 peace 
And 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 heav'n 
I shall hear thatgreat amen 
It may be that death's bright angel 
Will speak in that chord again 
It may be that only in heav'n 
I shall hear that grand amen