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 clothes of an angel's salm
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a tired heart
A touch of infinite calm
It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life
It quieted pain and sorrow
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
Vainly

Vainly
That one lost chord divine
Vainly
Which came from the soul of the organ
And entered into mine
Vainly
It may be that death's bright angel
Vainly






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
It may be that death's bright angel