The Lost Chord
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m: Sir Arthur Sullivan, 1876
w: Adelaide Proctor

[Verse 1]
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.

[Verse 2]
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
Of our discordant life.

[Verse 3]
It linked all perplexing meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence,
As if it were loath 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.

[Verse 4]
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.
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.