Lyrics

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 еcho From our discordant life It linked all perplеxèd 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 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