Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wander'd idly
Over the noisy keys
I knew 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 fever'd spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.
It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife
It seem'd the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.

It link'd 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
That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the organ
And enter'd 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

