Seated one dayAt the organI was weary and ill at easeAnd my fingers wandered idlyOver the noisy keysI know not what I was playingOr what I was dreamingThenBut I struck one chord of musicLike the sound of a great amenLike the sound of a great amenIt flooded the crimson twilightLike the clothes of an angel's salmAnd it lay on my fevered spiritWith a tired heartA touch of infinite calmIt quieted pain and sorrowLike love overcoming strifeIt seemed the harmonious echoFrom our discordant lifeIt quieted pain and sorrowIt linked all perplexed meaningsInto one perfect peaceAnd trembled away into silenceAs if it were loth to ceaseI have sought but I seek it vainlyVainlyVainlyThat one lost chord divineVainlyWhich came from the soul of the organAnd entered into mineVainlyIt may be that death's bright angelVainlyWill speak in that chord againIt may be that only in heavenI shall hear that grand amenIt may be that death's bright angelWill speak in that chord againIt may be that only in heavenI shall hear that grand amenIt may be that death's bright angel