THE LOST CHORD
 
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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 echo
From our discordant life
It linked all perplexed meanings
Into one perfect peace
And trebled 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.

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.
 
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Written and composed by Adelaide Anne Procter & Arthur L. Sullivan - 1877
Performed by Antoinette Sterling (1843-1904)
Performed by John McCormack (1884-1945)
Performed by Louise Kirkby Lunn (1873-1930)
Performed by Alma Gluck (1884-1938)
Performed by Peter Dawson (1882-1961)
Performed by Belle Cole (1845-1905)
Performed by Enrico Caruso (1873-1921)
Performed by Dame Clara Butt (1873-1936)
 
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