Seated one day at the organ (The lost Chord)
1. Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys
2. 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
3. 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
4. It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life
5. It linked all perplexèd meanings
Into one perfect peace
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease
6. 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
7. 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.
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